Tony Loves Benji | By : MyBloodItches Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Tony smiled to me- a smile of coarse that told me how wrong this all was. A spoon. Ordinary house hold spoon. And there was nothing wrong with that. But the hypodermic needle he gripped right along with that same spoon made me want to scream. Even in all my 25 glorious years of being alive- I’d never came into contact with one of the objects. A needle. There was only one of two things tow which the boy could have been planning to do with those things- and I was willing to bet that drawing blood wasn't his intentions. My entire body began to tense up as he took a seat in front of me.
“Don't look so nervous eh? Makes me think maybe your afraid of me.” He snickered while dropping both objects onto the floor before smacking me roughly upside the head.
I almost wanted to laugh- ‘maybe you’re afraid of me.’ Maybe? There was no maybe to it. I was terrified of him- and his temper. "You ever done any heroinj?” j?” His face nearly split in half with the biggest Cheshire cat grin I’d ever seen. Almost more frightening than the actual scenario at hand. Because only bad things came with a grin like that. And my mind went blank. How do you answer a question like that? Heroin- the word itself made my skin crawl, it just made me so uncomfortable.
“I’ll take that as a no. That’s good Benj. That’s real good…I’d love to pop your cherry.” He spilled to me as he reached into his pocket to pull out a small corner baggie filled with white powder. My mind was soaring- this was really happening.
“Pop….my cherry?” I gasped realizing exactly what he meant. He wanted me to shoot up with him. I’d never even seen hard drugs- and all of a sudden I was being forced into actually putting one in my body. Or my arm to be exact. And In'tn't even have the guts to protest- because I knew doing so would only upset him.
“Tony…where’d you learn to do this at?” I asked nearly choking on my own voice- watching as Tony’s skilled hands began to divide part of the white powder into the spoon- melting it down with his cigarette lighter.
But of coarse instead of an answer to my question he continued the task of sucking up all of the melted liquid from the spoon into the needle- holding up the plastic object to thump it a few times.
“Gimme your arm.” He spat out instead- making all the color drain from my face. He really was a determined man. And my split second hesitation wasn't making any thing any better. “Are you fucking deaf? I said give me your god damn arm.” His voice expressed his disdain towards my apprehensions. “Come on baby don't you trust me? I just want to make you feel good.” He then cooed- making me want to scream in confusion. Perhaps it was the drugs that fueled his hot- cold attitude, or maybe that was just really how he was inside. Either way I knew better than to object to his demands- so I slide my shaking hand over to him.
The sick feeling of the needle breaking skin was all I could remember. Like a rush of blood to the head the instant I felt that warm sensation flowing through my body and hit my heart. Things quickly began to become distorted- the room was swimming as I watched Tony – in all of his blond perfection- repeat the same process- shooting up some of the very same white substance, his bloodshot eyes rolling in the back of hiad iad instantly.
And I could see those lucious pink lips moving but the words were slow to connect. But as soon as he said them I felt my stomach turn.
“I met a girl today Benji- a very sexy little number…named Tabitha.” The name sent a chill down my spine- and of coarse I tried my best not to let the word get to me. After all there were countless Tabithas in the world- and there was no reason to let him know that the word made me nervous.
But I was. So nervous. But I guess he could tell that immediately- and the interest danced in his eyes.
“Tabitha?” I repeated the name out loud- fascinated with my own dialect- still looking at him just as calmly. And even through my drug endued trip I could see the gleeful look of evil deep down in those blue orbs. He knew.
“Yeah…really really nice girl..” He then nodded to himself while picking up both the spoon and the needle from the floor walking back over to my dresser. “Matt introduced us….” He then stated before picking up my trusty set ofdcufdcuffs once more. Suddenly I felt very the urge to run- to gp anp and run from that room, fleeing from his insanity. But my feet betrayed me, unable to comply to the thoughts I just sat there helpless on the floor- incapacitated from the sheer shock of it all. “and let me just tell you right now Benj.” He joked with a huge hint of humor in his tone, slapping the first handcuff on my wrist- clanking the metal down to my wrist in an almost painful fashion. I let out a singled muffled cry as he nearly yanked my arm from its socket pulling me off the ground. And no sooner had he gotten me off the ground did my bedroom door come swinging open- the figure of Matt Lovato coming slowly into focus. And instantly I felt a glitter of hope- and silently thanked god that Matt was there- nevermind how he’d gotten in, or what he was doing there. I was just happy to see his face. But the look he exchanged with Tony made me get a lump in my throat.
“Matt is VERY upset that you fucked his girlfriend Benji..”
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