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The Eclipse + Social Media: Kan edition

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Sober pt.2

It's finally here my dudes! After months of neglect, several sleepless nights of trying to come up with an idea and eventually bringing in @penny4yourthot in to assist, we happily bring you Sober pt.2! - Red_w00dy xoxo

P.s if you haven't read the first part of Sober, the link for it is below :)

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“You. Stupid. Junkie. Piece. Of. Shit. Get the fuck out of here before I put a fucking bullet in your skull. And if I hear that you, or any of your little friends, ever sell junk to my baby sister again, I will personally hunt you down and murder you using nothing but a pair of tweezers and a razorblade. You understand me, Charlie?”

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to focus properly, only to see Happy kicking the living shit out of Charlie as Herman kneeled over the drug dealer, their faces just a few inches apart from each other. A weak groan escaped my lips and I rolled over on the floor of Charlie's apartment, causing Happy and Herman to stop what they were doing to rush over to me. I knew I was in trouble with them, no amount of heroin could make me forget that, but in that moment they appeared to feel nothing but worry and concern for my well-being. I gave them a weak smile, stretching my arm out from where it had been tucked into my side. Happy seemed to think I was trying to hold his hand, and grasped my own in his large one until I pulled it away, only to reach past him once more to try and grab the needle resting on the coffee table behind him. Herman shook his head and moved the needle further away, tears pricking at my eyes and threatening to spill over as I desperately tried to move in order to retrieve it. My body was aching from the come down I was experiencing from my previous high, and I was in no fit state to move from my spot on the floor. Herman sighed and carded his fingers through my tangled blonde locks, crouching down so that his dark blue eyes met mine and he flashed me one of his megawatt smiles. I had no idea what he was so happy about, he was the sole reason I couldn't be happy myself right now.

“You're lucky Juice could trace Charlie's phone and find his address, Ana. You ever do that to me again and I will personally kick your ass up and down the street, just like Mom always threatened to do when she caught me smoking as a kid,” Herman whispered, still smiling despite the fact he was threatening me. I blinked at him in response, having no clue how to reply.

“I just needed one more hit. Just a little one to help me sleep. I figured you would understand, you had the whole insomnia thing when you were coming off crystal,” I slurred, my stomach churning violently as I leaned forwards and Hap managed to put a bucket under my chin before I proceeded to throw up the contents of my stomach.

“One more hit, just one more fucking hit! That's what you've been saying for the past two years, Anastazja, and it never is. You always need another one, and it always ends up with me and Hap finding you smacked out of your head on the floor of some drug dealers house, begging us not to yell at you. It's not fucking good enough. I'm sick and tired of constantly worrying about you, girl! I've got my own shit to deal with without having to constantly chase around after you as well!”

“Then don't bother,” I mumbled quietly, both Happy and Herman struggling to hear me due to the fact my voice was slurred and barely audible. I gathered all my strength to push myself into a sitting position, looking up at the older men through hooded eyes. “I never asked you to do any of this shit. If you're gonna complain, don't fucking bother, just leave me to get on with my own life.”

“And have to bury you next to Mom years before I'm supposed to? Fat chance of that, Ana. You're gonna come with me and Hap, sort yourself out and get off this shit once and for all. And if that means having someone watch you constantly, no connection to the outside world and not even a nickel to your name then so be it. We're going to make you go cold turkey whether you like it or not,” Herman glared, pulling me roughly to my feet before dragging me out of the small, messy apartment with Hap close behind us, glaring at Charlie as we left.

The car ride back to Charming was spent with Herman lecturing me. I toned it out as I was nodding in and out of sleep, still coming down from my previous high. When I heard the car stop I opened my eyes and looked around, not recognizing where we were. “Where the hell are we?” I questioned with a tired voice.

“This is Chibs place, he volunteered the first shift of watching you because he felt bad that you got away under his watch. He has a spare bedroom that’s empty and this way we can keep you away from all the partying at the clubhouse” Herman stated.

Happy opened the door and helped me out of the tow truck. He kept his arm around me as he guided me to the front door of Chibs house. Chibs opened the door and Happy guided me in. Once I felt the cold air in the house, I instantly starting shaking. They must have noticed because they walked me to the couch, putting a thick blanket around me once I sat down and got myself comfortable. ”Thanks,” I muttered.

“Chibs, are you all good here? Clay needs me and Hap back at the clubhouse!” Herman called out to the older Scot.

“Aye, we’ll be fine here, lad,” Chibs responded as he walked out of the room. “Your sister’s no going anywhere fer noo. The door is staying locked and,” Chibs came back to where I sat, a stern expression on his weathered face and his hand outstretched in front of him. “Give me your phone as well while I think aboot it.”

“I’m a grown ass women, you're not taking my damn phone.”

“Last time I left ye wi’ yer phone ye called yer drug dealer and these two found ye almost dead, passed out in his goddamn house. No more fighting, I’m no in the mood for it, just give me the damn phone” he argued. His eyebrows were knitted together in frustration and the more I looked at him, the more I realised. Chibs wasn't mad, he was just tired of having people argue with him constantly. So I gave in.

“Fine, but what if need something?” I asked as I disgruntledly handed over my cell phone.

“Chibs will be with you all day” Happy ruffled my hair affectionately, throwing his arm around my small shoulders to give me a light hug before ambling off in the direction of the front door.

“And we'll be here to check on you tonight, as well, Ana Banana,” Herman finished as he kissed the top of my head, clapped Chibs on the shoulder in what I assumed was a thankful gesture and swaggered out of the small, two bedroomed house in pursuit of his best friend.

Chibs disappeared once again, only to come back with a bottle of Gatorade, some Tylenol and a bucket. He handed me the pills along with the open bottle and I took them with one sip.

“Ye need to drink more lass,” he sighed as he handed the Gatorade back to me. “Dehydration isn't going to help you when yer coming off smack of all things.”

“I don’t want to get sick” I said through chattering teeth as the shakes got worse. He looked at me and lifted up the bucket with a smile, causing a weak chuckle to escape from deep inside my chest.

“That’s what this is fer,” he grinned. I took a small sip of the blue liquid, watching as Chibs got up from the couch and made his way to the front door to lock it. It might have been the drugs left over in the system, or the fact the withdrawals were kicking in big time, but for whatever reason, I couldn't stop staring as he shifted both deadbolts and the generic lock that came with the door.

“You have three locks on your front door?” I smirked as he sat back down, the older man nodding in response with a small shrug of his shoulders as I giggled quietly. “So do you have a stalker or what? I think I should know what I'm getting into here.”

“I wish a stalker were my only worries, hen. Nah, just some people from my past life showed up here in Charming a while back. They’re gone fer noo tho,” He muttered as he reached for the tv remote and turned the large television screen on, instantly turning the volume down to barely audible as if he could sense the small pounding in the back of head that was steadily getting worse with every passing minute.

We sat in silence for a while, the shaking turned into sweating which caused me to become even more cold. Chibs got me another blanket and wrapped me up and then held his arms around me in attempt to warm me up and stabilize my body from all the shakes. I have to admit is was nice to have someone here to help me through this. There had been too many times that, on the rare chance I decided to come off heroin, that I was alone and cold. There was more than one occasion that Herman and Hap had founded me curled behind a dumpster somewhere in Tacoma, using a cardboard box and newspaper to keep myself warm, because I had spent all my rent money on junk again.

“Th-thanks for d-doing this” I shivered, nestling further into Chibs’ side in an attempt to soak up some of the Glaswegian’s warmth. “I-I really a-appreciate it.”

“Aye, lass, dinnae worry about it. We're all family in the club, we look oot fer our own” he said softly as he brushed some hair out of my face, his eyes flitting to a picture of a considerably younger version of himself, along with a tiny bundle of blankets and a beautiful, dark haired woman, before looking back at me with a smile. “We'll always keep an eye oot for ye, Anastazja. Even if ye do steal people's favourite Celtics shirts.”

We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, neither of us feeling the need to say anything, until I felt my stomach start to lurch and I started to gag. Chibs was quick with the bucket he had brought into the room earlier, placing it in my lap just in time for me to throw up what little contents left inside my stomach. He held my hair out of my face in a makeshift ponytail as I continued to vomit, a worried smile taking up residence on his lips as he used his free hand to keep the bucket steady.

“God, I feel much better now,” I croaked quietly once I was sure I was done, leaving Chibs to take the bucket away and pass me the Gatorade so I could rid the taste of vomit out of my mouth. “If you ever meet anyone that doesn't hate throwing up, they are freaks of nature and deserve to be thrown into an asylum.”

After a deep laugh that echoed around the living room, Chibs took the bucket away, only to return a couple minutes later with it all cleaned out.

“You didn’t have to do that I could have taken care of it” I mumbled softly, burying myself further into the mass of blankets that surrounded my thin body.

“Believe me when I say it's absolutely no problem at all, wee hen,” he smiled back as he dropped down next to me, returning his arm to where it had previously been resting around my shoulders.

I managed to muster up a weak smile as I rested against his chest once more, listening to his heartbeat thumb periodically and feel his fingers move to play with the ends of my dirty blonde hair. The shakes had started to subside at this point and, with the soothing sound of his heart pumping away next to my ear and the way he combed the tips of his fingers through my hair, I slowly drifted off to sleep, unable to think of anything but how sweet Chibs was, and how grateful I felt that he was so willing to take care of me after what I did. Clearly some people were just better than others - Chibs and I were the perfect example of that.