Dick in rehab
Dick’s entire body was hurting. He didn’t like pain, and the only way to deal with that was to snort up, or inject some hard shit into his veins. Any other time he’d have already been high as a fucking kite, but he wasn’t allowed. No, naot anymore. This was the new rule of the club, Chaos Bleeds. Devil needed him, them all, to be clean. To stay in the club, he had to be clean, no more drugs for him. They were up against a worse enemy, and none of them could stop what was about to happen. Devil needed them all to be safe, and being an addict didn’t help the club, it only failed the club. Dick didn’t want his brothers to see him like this. The shakes were the worst, the constant itching, and his body felt like it wasn’t his own. He’d never felt like this before, and he didn’t know what was worse, the sickness, or the need that was like fire in his veins.
Butler was already on the road to recovery while Dick was still trying to figure his shit out. He hated it, and everything else that was going on. There were times he wondered if he should just quit the club, but he couldn’t do it. Chaos Bleeds meant everything to him, and turning his back on them wasn’t in him to do. The club was all he had.
Keeping the blanket wrapped around him, Dick was pulled out of his pity party, and drawn to the commotion coming from the corner.
“You fucking whore. I don’t want to be here. I don’t need to be here. I’m fine, and you know it. You’re just jealous that I get all the cock while you get nothing, you fat bitch.”
Dick snorted as he watched Becky storm out of the room. The girl was a candidate for syringes and sticking shit in her veins, just like him. She was slender, skin and bone really from lack of food, and all the drugs she would take. He eyed the sister who kept making an appearance. It didn’t matter how many times Becky mouthed off, spit and cursed, her sister always came back to the rehab center for more. No one else came in to see Becky, but Martha, she came to see her regularly, without fail. The rock who stood beside her destructive sister. It was sad to see.
Martha sat down on the chair, looking forlorn.
“You shouldn’t take the shit she’s saying to heart,” he said, not understanding why he was telling her anything. He didn’t make anyone feel better. He was far happier causing problems than helping.
“She does mean it.”
“No. It’s the withdrawal. It’s a fucking bitch.”
“You’re not looking much good yourself,” she said.
He shrugged. “I’m doing the best I can with the shit that I got.”
She giggled. “You’re insane, and crazy.”
“Nah, name’s Dick,” he said.
Martha moved a little closer, and shook his hand. “Your name is Dick? That doesn’t sound right to me. It’s not really a name.”
“It’s my name.”
She shook her head. “Becky told me you were part of some MC gang. It’s your road name. She also told me you’ve got a reputation for being a huge dick. Your name matches your attitude.”
“Becky talks too much.”
“Not really. She needs to talk more, and get everything out in the open. She doesn’t, and that just sucks.” Martha slumped down into the seat opposite him, without an invitation to do so. “What’s your real name?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“You’d laugh, and I don’t like being laughed at.”
“You can’t be serious?” she asked. Dick didn’t respond, and only glared at her. “I’m now more intrigued than ever. What is your name?”#p#分页标题#e#
Her smile was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her eyes twinkled, and she wasn’t looking at him like a piece of shit. Dick couldn’t recall the last time a woman looked at him as if he was a person. The whores back at the club served him as they were owned by the club, not because they wanted him. He didn’t want their skanky pussy most of the time, but it scratched an itch and he didn’t have to go hunting for it.
“You do know I’m in here because I’ve got the same problem as your sister?” he asked.
“What? You can’t say no to a high? Yeah, I get that. I’m not going to stop coming and seeing my sister. You deal with your problems in any way you can. I get that. I even understand it.” She shrugged. “I deal with mine through food. I eat a lot.”
Tilting his head to the side, Dick shook his head, and didn’t have a clue as to why he was about to tell her his name. He didn’t tell anyone his name. “Fine, my name is Teddy. T.E.D.D.Y.”