( Zayn's P.O.V )
I lifted myself off of the concrete ground and brush my clothes with my hands. There is blood all over my white t-shirt, so I take it off. I pick up the duffle bag and throw it in the backseat of my truck. I swing open the truck door and hop in.
"Fuck!" I mutter while hitting the steering wheel hard, causing it to make a loud beep.
From the corner of my eye, I can see the black bag sitting in my back seat.. Calling my name out. I quickly grab it, without a hesitation.
The weight of the bag is actually pretty heavy, and i'm already starting to think I know what's inside. As I unzip the bag, I can already sense the smell of the object. The strong, yet sadly familiar scent.
My mind travels back to horrid memories of the past, and I try to shake them out. But, with the bag full of the white powder sitting right in front of my face, it's unbelievabley hard.
I've changed.. The past means shit now.. Right? I don't know, have I really changed? Of course.. I don't sniff this shit anymore, there was never any point of doing it before, and there isn't one now. But, those guys beating the shit out of me makes my blood boil. One sniff won't hurt..
I quickly scoop a little pile of the powder onto my palm, and take a quick wiff of it.
Taking in the sniff made my pain lessen. I guess it wouldn't hurt to take some more either.
I quickly grab a plastic bag from my glove compartment and fill the bag halfway full, for whenever I need it.
I click the bag shut, and place it onto the passenger seat. I toss the rest of the cocaine in the back, and head towards my place.
I pulled my truck up in front of my house, and put it in park. Grabbing the plastic bag and duffle bag, along with my keys, I turn the car off and press the lock button. I quickly walk up into my house, and shut the door. Walking into my house, I pace up the middle stairway and head towards my room. Once I get into my messy room, I place the bigger bag into my closet and put the smaller one inside of one of my drawers.
All of a sudden, my phone begans to ring. I walk up to my bed, and see Jared's name on the screen. Just great, what does this fuck want now? I slide to answer.
"What is it dickhead?" I say while huffing.
"Woah, i'm scared. Ha, seriously.. I need you to take care of that stuff. I need as much as I can make off of all of it. You got that?"
Hearing his command, my mind goes back to me taking some for myself.. Oh well, he won't find out.
"Got it. After this, no more. Your lucky i'm even going through with all of this shit.. I want the past to finally be the past."
"Malik, i'm going to personally tell you something.. And it's just my opinion. Your a good worker when it comes to selling and trading, and you can get paid real good for all of it if you keep it up. You shouldn't stop all of it, you could make a lot off of this."
I shake my head in annoyance.
"No. Once this is done, everything else is done as well. And I mean it."
"Suit yourself. I'll speak to you soon about your job, don't fuck this up."
"Yeah, whatever." I hang up before Jared starts to ramble about even more bullshit.
I kick my shoes off, and lay in my bed. After about 2 minutes, I doze off to sleep.
I wake up, and glance at my clock to notice that it's already 3:00 p.m. I didn't get much sleep last night, I kept waking up because of bad past memories, and would walk over to my drawer to sniff some more of the dreadful drug.
I walk over to my dresser and pull out some jeans, with a black shirt. After changing, I slip on some black converses and head to the bathroom.
I take my morning, well actually afternoon piss and brush my teeth. I quickly comb my hair with my fingers, putting it up with some gel, and I head out of the bathroom. I walk back to my room to collect my phone and the bag of coke from my drawer.
Walking downstairs, I grab my keys off the hook and head out.
After I stop by a corner store to get my favorite protein drink, I head to my boy Harry's house. He's a massive user, and maybe he could use some more of the stuff. Once i'm parked outside of his apartment, I ring his buzzer.
"Who is it?" His raspy thick voice asks through the speaker.
"Hey bro, come up."
The front door unlocks, and I head up to the second floor. I step in front of his door, and he opens it.
"Long time no see." He brings me into a bro hug, and he pats my back.
"Yeah, I know." I pat his shoulder.
I walk in, and shut the door behind me.
I see a girl in just a bra and some boxers and she smirks at me.
"Did I interrupt something?" I ask.
"No, Sasha this is Zayn. Zayn, this is Sasha. We fucked last night."
The girl gets up from the recliner she was sitting in, and smacks Harry's arm.
"Don't make me sound like some slut Styles." She mutters.
"But you are." He chuckles.
"Whatever.. Anyways, you seem really.. Fun Zayn." She says while scanning up and down my body.
"Mhm." I just nod, and walk over to Harry who is now pouring himself a bowl of cereal.
"Your still using, right?" I ask in almost a whisper.
"Is Megan Fox still hot? Of course. Why, what do you have to offer me?"
"Cocaine. And I need it gone."
"Coke, huh? How much of the stuff?" He asks while taking a mouthfull of fruit loops.
"Duffle bag full."
"Is 500$ enough?"
"I don't mean to empty your pockets, but I need a bit more for the jackass who gave it to me."
He stands there for a while to think.
"What about 600$? That's the highest I can go."
"That's fine. Thanks bro. Whenever your ready to purchase, i'll be here with the stuff."
"Alright, tomorrow morning sound good?" He asks while continuing to eat his cereal.
"I'll be here. See you later Styles." I say while heading towards the door.
Right before I open the door, Sasha steps in front of me.
"Hey, if you ever need some pleasure.. Find me." She winks and leaves from in front of me.
I ignore the slut, only because i'm not in the mood for that, and head out.