The Dopefiend by JaQuavis Coleman Read Free Book Online

was next to the kitchen. She only had on panties and a bra, but she was far from shy and didn’t mind. When she came out she saw Seven standing over the stove cooking, shirtless. He had a smooth, tattoo-free body and strong, broad shoulders . Damn, Seven has grown up, Hazel thought as she remembered back in the day when he had a bird’s chest.
    â€œGood morning,” Seven said without even turning around. He had heard her creep in.
    â€œMorning,” Hazel said as she walked in.
    â€œYou want some eggs?” Seven said as he turned around with a pot in his hand. “Ooh!” he said as he quickly turned back around, turning his back toward Hazel. “You don’t have any clothes on,” he said, surprised.
    â€œBoy, you act like you ain’t never saw no titties before,” Hazel said as she scratched her itching hair.
    â€œHazel, go put on some clothes. I have some shirts in my top drawer,” he demanded as he never took a peek, keeping his back turned toward her. Hazel grew offended that he didn’t want to look at her half-naked body. She had never met a man who turned down a glance of a naked woman.
    â€œI guess,” Hazel said just before she headed back to the room to get a shirt.
    Seven shook his head from side to side as he began to fix their plates, leaving the sausage only for her plate. Seven was a vegetarian and didn’t eat meat at all. It was a personal health decision rather than a religious one.
    Hazel returned to the kitchen and sat at the table. Seven placed a plate in front of her and took a seat across from her so he could eat.
    â€œWhy are you doing this?” Hazel questioned, wondering why Seven was being so nice to her.
    â€œDoing what?” Seven asked as he put a scoop of fruit into his mouth.
    â€œBeing nice and shit. Why are you trying to help me?” Hazel asked, trying to read Seven and find out his ulterior motives. “You must want something,” Hazel said as she looked down at her breast, signaling that Seven wanted sex.
    â€œChill out, ma. It ain’t that type of party, believe me. And plus, you’re not my type anyway,” Seven said as he kind of smirked after taking a look at her. Hazel instantly became embarrassed and felt that Seven acted as if he was above her.
    â€œWhat the fuck does that mean?” Hazel retorted as she jerked her neck, getting louder.
    â€œNothing, ma. Look, your father was my hero. I told him that I would get you clean and that’s what I intend on doing. Nothing more, nothing less. Eat your food, it’s getting cold,” he said as he watched her fold her arms, obviously angry at his comment.
    â€œWhatever!” she said as she started to eat. “Anyway, thanks for helping me, Seven. I really want to get off that shit, ya know?” Seven’s calmness made her calm and she decided to play nice.
    â€œNo thank you needed. We’re just going to shake this shit off . . . together,” he responded. Hazel smiled, feeling good about Seven having her back after she had avoided him for so long. Every time she had seen him in the hood, he would give her money and tell her that she needed to visit her father with him. Hazel would always blow him off, but he stayed persistent. He acted like he cared and it was finally getting to her.
    â€œSo, how did you get on that shit anyway? You grew up around that shit and knew what it does to a person, why would you do it?” Seven asked, trying to get a better understanding.
    Hazel noticed how straightforward Seven was and he never beat around the bush. “It’s a long story,” Hazel answered as she took a sip of her orange juice.
    â€œI have all the time in the world,” Seven answered. Hazel closed her eyes and took Seven back to the night where she was formerly introduced to a boy named Heroin.
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    Hazel was sixteen and in a detention center for troubled teen females. Pasadena Girls’