Chapter 13 - Worth The Trouble

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Cocaine...

My fingers tingled with a mixture of rage and disgust as I stared down at the packet of cocaine in my hand. The goddamn white powder, the fucking angel dust, the shit that ruined lives. She was in that room to snort this crap. I'd known she was trouble, but I hadn't expected this.

Her pupils were dilated, like portals to a dark abyss. She was already high, wasted on this poison. As if being a whore wasn't enough, she had to be a fucking junkie too.

I couldn't let this slide. I couldn't let her drag herself down this destructive path, not while she was still, in some twisted way, mine... until I got over her.

I felt a sickening mix of anger, disgust, and pity. How had she ended up like this? How had she allowed herself to be consumed by this poison?

My cell phone slid out of my pocket with a deadly grace. I'd kept her number, from the days I used to send her messages to do my bidding. I aimed my phone at the damning plastic baggie, snapped a photo, and