Crushed (Torn #7)(25)

Dropping the idea of heading outside to mingle, I found myself in a glass corner, trying to lower my heart rate and adrenaline from the encounter with Cece, when Rob suddenly popped up out of nowhere.

“Sorry it took forever, but here’s the goodies.” He gave me a pill, took my beer, and exchanged it for a bottle of water.

Staring at my open palm, I frowned at it. “What’s this?” It didn’t look like the normal cocaine I was used to, but heck, things might have changed since I last used. I had been out of the loop for quite some time.

“It’s Molly.”

It sounded harmless, yet I was certain the effect was anything but.

“Is this a new thing?” I skeptically asked, wanting to know more about it before deciding to take it.

“It’s basically E with a reboot. Guess it needed a new marking name in the drug world.”

Right, cause PR and product branding was f*uking needed for this sort of shit.

Staring at the tiny, perfect, blue pill, I flipped it over and was surprised at the name blatantly stamped on the back.

“666? Really? Is there anything else?” I wasn’t sure I was comfortable taking anything that had the demon associated with. “Don’t you have anything less … umm … evil?”

“Less evil?” he barked out in laughter, while I found it less than amusing.

I was particular with these things, and I admit, I was bummed not to get my usual cocktail.

Wanting to reason with Rob, I persisted, “You know what I mean … anything like a heart or something? Anything but this.”

Something lit up his features. “Wait, I think we’ve got butterfly in the house. Wait here and I’ll go see if I can get one for you.” He immediately disappeared before returning a few minutes later with a red pill that had a butterfly marked on the back.

“Great, much better. Thanks, boo!”

“Under no circumstances will you mix this with alcohol until you’re a pro or suicidal, ‘cause if you’re not used to these little droplets, you’re going to end up in the ER or stiff in my living room, and we don’t want that. So, are we good on that?”

Err … What happened to Jack and coke?

I stared at him wildly as I weighed my thoughts. I would rather stick to what I was accustomed to, but apparently, he didn’t have that. After all this time, he had run out of it. It was bizarre, yet I didn’t argue with him.

It was a mistake I was going to pay dearly for.

With an empty stomach, it took approximately thirty minutes or so to really feel the shift of temporarily altered physical, mental, and emotional wellbeing. I could literally feel my blood coursing through my veins, beating, throbbing. The whole process was spine-tingling, electrifying, and absolutely profound. It was different from what I was used to. This was taking it to another level of mind-blowing experiences. The feel-good sensation was intense, as if it had recharged every single atom in my body and combusted into this beautiful, sensual symphony. It was a cocktail of amazingness, bottled into my body, waiting to be explored, needing to come out and experience the transfixing animation around me.

Still standing, pole-axed by this entire transition as I gripped the bottled water in hand, I took my time getting my body accustomed to this new phase. Possible consequences were shoved to the back of my mind while I focused on my body coming alive as if it was brand new.

The anger, the hurt, and all the pain I had carried around in my heart simply vanished in the blink of an eye. I was in a bizarre state where I couldn’t even recall what it was I had been feeling before taking the pill, because the sensations had taken over me, capturing me in a way that should terrify me, but since I was indulging in this new feeling, I didn’t f*uking care about the past. I wanted the now and what it give me.

“Are you feeling okay there, sweets?” Rob’s concerned face was too close for comfort, but I supposed he wanted to see if my pupils were dilated or to make sure I was fine.

And I was more than okay. In fact, I had never felt better.

“Let’s go dance!” I said as I shoved the bottle of water in the nearby chair before taking ahold of his hand and sprinting towards the available space that was cleared for dancing.

I felt wild and intensely high to the point that, when Rob became really touchy, everything he did, even when he whispered into my ear, I felt as if I could orgasm from it.

“God, you’re so f*uking hot. You don’t have any f*uking idea how f*uking good it feels to have you in my hands…”

As much as I didn’t intend to go down that route with Rob, the sensation his touch was creating inside of me made me feel as though I couldn’t win the war my body was waging internally. Therefore, I gave in to his touchy advances while we danced, and I got so caught up in being “in the moment” that I didn’t realize where this could all lead to.





Chapter Fourteen





The acute migraine that managed to wake me up from a deep slumber made it feel as if a baseball bat had whacked my head. At first, all I could think about was the intense, mind-numbing throb of my head until I became all too aware of the god-awful smell that infiltrated my nostrils. It seemed like I was being punched in the gut while tons of bricks were being thrown against my chest every millisecond, all while being burned alive.

The gruesome reality of what had transpired the night before flashed through my mind as I cringed with repugnance. Like how it was in a movie, everything came rushing back like a bad Z-list, Indie horror movie.