Chapter 6

            Grace looked at the baggie on the counter. "Go ahead", Justin said. "It's for you too." Grace grabbed the baggie and opened it. She took out just enough of the white powder for her and gave the baggie to Justin. Justin stared blankly at Grace. "What?", Grace asked angrily. Justin sighed. "Nothing."
            Grace set up two lines and sniffed them up in a swift, professional motion. Justin did the same.
            "You wanna Know Something?", Justin asked. "Your really angry without your coke." Grace laughed. "Oh yeah? What? Am I like an addict or something? Is that what that means?" Reluctantly, Justin nodded. He took Grace's hand and kissed it. "I care about you. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" Grace nodded and kissed Justin on the forehead. Justin kissed her back. Lips locked, fever growing, things were heating up.
            They stopped for a minute and looked at each other. They both knew what the other was thinking. They went into the bedroom and Justin laid Grace on the bed. Justin showered Grace with kisses. The slowly lost their clothing. Justin touched Grace in places she never really knew of before. She didn't object. She liked it. They were lost in a sea of passion. Justin took her to new heights and then back down again. Then they laid there, disregarding their clothing, and fell asleep.

            When the two woke up the next day, Grace had a massive headache and a pain between her thighs. She smiled. She liked the pain. Justin's arm was still wrapped around her waist. He was breathing heavy in a deep sleep.
           Grace carefully removed his arm from her waist and got out of bed. She walked to the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards. Bingo. Pancake mix. She measured out the mix and other ingredients and threw them into a bowl. Justin woke up to the smell of the hot griddle making pancakes.
            He went to the kitchen. "Hey. Something smells good." Grace flipped pancakes onto a plate for Justin and smiled. "Here." Justin tasted the pancakes with butter and syrup slathered on. "These are amazing. You should be a chef." They both laughed.
            Then Grace spotted the baggie still on the island. she picked it up and sorted white powder on to the counter top. Four perfect lines. Two for her. Two for Justin. Justin frowned. "Don't you think you're going a little over board?" Grace twirled the silver straw in her hand. "What do you mean?" Justin sighed. "I mean you may becoming addicted." Grace's smile turned into a frown. Shae gave Justin a cold stare and walked away.
            She went into the bathroom and locked the door. She looked into the mirror. She was getting dark circles under her eyes. Her face was thin. Her mind raced. 'loser, abuser, addict' , She thought. She started to cry. Then she felt hot. Her veins were pulsing. She needed a release.
           Grace found a razor under the sink and took it apart. She made long, straight cuts on her thighs. She was starting to feel better as the blood dripped down her legs on to the cold tile.
           "Grace!", Justin shouted. "Come on. Let me in." Grace panicked. She got a towel from the rack and put it over the blood on the floor. She cleaned her thighs and put her pants on. Justin was knocking hard on the door. "I'm sorry I upset you, okay?" Grace opened the door. Justin noticed a red spot peeking out from under the towel. He gave Grace a questioning look. "My period.", she said.
          Justin let it go and walked to his bedroom. That was too close. Grace went tot the kitchen to eat pancakes and do her lines. "F**k you", she mumbled.








Chase,
     
       So I'm a user. So I'm an abuser. I don't care. You shouldn't either. Wait. you can't. You're dead. I can do whatever I want without you trying to stop me. ..... I'm sorry. I love you Chase but you have to believe me. I don't have a problem. I really do miss you.
                                                                                Grace