Heroin Love

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bolt over to the front door as quick as I can. Rachael ran through the door in a hurry.
    "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" I screamed right in her face.
    "I'm sorry Dave, I met a new client," She started to explain with her head down like a dog about to be beat.
    "You know I don't like you meeting clients outside of Toni's, you never know who you are dealing with. Whatever you do what you want, you always do. Do you have my tar?"
    "Yeah babe I got it."
    Rachael began digging through her purse to find the bag of heroin she had. She reached out to give it to me, still cowering in fear. Grabbing the heroin out of Rachael's hand I picked her head up and started to caress her face.
    "I'm sorry honey, I just care about you. I wouldn't know what to do without you, I just want you to be careful, okay?"
    Rachael nodded her head in agreement, she still wouldn't look at me.
    "Come on, lets go get off. Cook this shit up," I directed towards her.
    Rachael went into the kitchen and started 'cooking' the heroin. She grabbed a syringe and spoon out of the drawer, put the tar on the spoon and added some water. Then she would heat the tar and water mixture up with a lighter from the bottom, she would then add a little piece of a cotton ball for a filter. She proceeded to pull the solution into the syringe, tapping it a couple time to get the air bubbles out.
    “All ready baby," She announced to me.
    We both sat down on our old raggedy couch, it reeks like sweat and dirt but it was all we had. Rachael took her belt off and tied off my arm to get to my vein. Smacking my arm she revealed a vein in the fold of my arm, she leaned in to shoot me up.
    "You know I love you right?" Trying to reassure her.
    She responded with a smile and shot me up. The feeling of heroin in your vein was invigorating, a feeling of euphoria. The feeling overcame my body, I was about to knock out, going into my heroin coma. I saw Rachael getting ready to shoot up, and it faded to black.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Twelve
     
    I woke up the next morning anxious and concerned. I rolled over to check my phone to see if Megan called me but deep down I really wanted Rachael to call. No missed calls from anyone, I felt alone. I jumped into the shower, and started to contemplate ways to help Rachael out of her situation. After only a few moments in the think tank that was my shower it hit me, I couldn't get the shampoo out of my hair fast enough. I wrapped a towel around my waist and rushed towards my office computer. Typed in a quick search 'Homes for Rent Near Me', location services kicked in and an endless list appeared in front of me. I found our perfect retreat in minutes, a three bedroom, three bathroom, twenty-five hundred square foot single family home in Sand Dollar Shores. Sand Dollar Shores was a beach side community with spectacular views and beach access right out of your house, it was perfect.
    I called up the listing agent "Is your Sand Dollar Shores home still available?" I asked impatiently.
    "Yes, it is. It's a three bedroom, three bath, twenty-five hundred square foot home. It includes a two car garage, direct beach access and a gated community. Asking price is twelve thousand a month. And It is an annual lease agreement."
    Without hesitation I responded "I will take it, my name is Kevin Barrick, I will stop by your office later today to fill out the paper work. Thank you."
    I hung the phone up and was all giddy with excitement, I couldn't wait to share the news. I threw on some business slacks, shiny designer dress shoes, and a button down dress shirt, and paced around the house.
    It has been a couple of hours, no word from Rachael I began to worry, what if she doesn't call, something bad could of happened last night at her building. The anticipation killing me I jumped into my truck and raced over to her house.
    The front lawn of the building was riddled with beer bottles and drug paraphernalia. '64-7' read the door only being able to view the outline of dirt

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