DRIVING TO HER HOUSE

HAKAN

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“Do you need anything?” I asked her as she tapped me.

But for several seconds, she just stared at me like she had no idea how to make her request or like she didn’t think I would listen to her. She had no idea just how much I was wrapped around her finger even if I tried to behave otherwise. As long as it’s within my means, I’ll get her anything she wants.

“Go ahead and ask for what you want.” I said to put her mind at ease.

She still hesitated for a second before she sighed and finally spoke.

“I need my pills. If I stay too long without taking them, I get really bad cramps.” She averted her eyes as she spoke to me.

She hated having to ask me for it because she didn’t want to depend on me. I had to admit that the idea of her coming to me for whatever she wants was appealing, but she was delusional if she really thought I would aid her obvious addiction. How she ended up as a drug addict was a story for another day, one I would definitely pry out of her at the right time. I co