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@_JERIMOVICH
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MDNI 18+ ( writer is 27 )
Joined July 2024
a family made of love and not genetics.
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Outside @NUMBTH3PAlN 's room. He wants to see him, talk to him, but he doesn't even know how to face him. knowing it was his gun. knowing he wasn't there for him. He takes a breath and knocks.
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fuckinβ hate when richie texts me before heβs had coffee
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a glimpse of carm all curled in on himself. his voice softens, no longer quite a yell as he calls out. "yo, cousin, open up."
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"Fuckβ COUSIN! where the fuck are you?! we're gettin' slammed out here!" richie yells as he rushes around the chaos of the kitchen, only clued in to where carmen was when marcus points him towards the office. he glances at him through the window, sighs quietly when he catches ++
he's locked himself in the office. crouched down against a wall, hands in his hair, as he mumbles to himself.
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know what to say, he just wanted mikey to know he was there for him. he finally pulls his hand back to pluck another from the carton and put it between his lips. he scoffs, head shaking when mikey offers to pay him back, replies in a soft tone. "fuck off, man, s'just a cig."
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richie wished he knew how to take that weight off of him. he takes a cigarette from the packet, handing it to mikey and reaching out with the lighter to spark it for him. once it's lit, he gives him a light pat on the shoulder, touch lingering for a moment. he didn't quite ++
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he steps out back, turning to look at mikey. he hated seeing him like this β he was usually so full of life, the vibrant centre of every party, but now, standing with his head down and that lost kind of look on his face, he seemed... small. crushed under the weight of it all. +
he follows after richie, head hung low. itβs becoming β¦ too much. itβs not just the addiction, itβs what comes with the addiction. having no purpose outside grabbing for the next pill. the shame of being so dependent on pills to silence the thoughts, stop the shaking, make +
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No, you don't. You fucked with my shit, my fucking CAR, carm. Fix it. I'm serious.
i've got a million better things to do.
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well you better figure it out. fucking fix it, I swear to god.
i don't know how to change a fucking tire
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FIX IT RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW
well looks like neither of us got what we wanted
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YEAH AND I NEED A FUCKING CAR TO GET TO WORK ASSHOLE
i needed one really fucking bad you don't understand
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I try to help you stick to your plan and you SLASH MY FUCKING TIRES?!
it was a very stressful day, i could've handled one. two. three.
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NOT EVERYTHING!
HE DOES EVERYTHING WITH YOU
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YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE QUITTING !!!
i DIDNT do that because you didn't lend me a cig.
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NO I AM FUCKING NOT ASSHOLE
YOURE INVOLVED BY PROXY
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He looks back at him, that look of desperation makes him just want to grab him and hug him. He nods, gesturing for mikey to follow him outside. "... yeah, course I do. c'mon."
he jumps, glancing back at the door with guilt in his eyes, before the look softens into desperation. β canβt find any fuckinβ pills. swear i had some in here. you got a cigarette or somethinβ? β
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WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?
i don't remember doing that. i definitely didn't take a knife to it or anything.
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watching him from the doorway, leaning against the frame. "... you okay?" he asks a little tentatively, not trying to startle him.
frantically digging through the drawers in his office, hand shaking.
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