GIVE ME THE FUCKING HIT YOU BITCH!

He yells. He’s unsteady and he’s in monster form. He’s wild and unpredictable. Still you don’t tell him where you put the drugs

I don’t need a fucking babysitter, I just want my fucking drugs! I need a hit—I NEED IT!

He’s getting louder. You’re scared. You met him at NA. You bonded over being screwups despite life looking great at the start. You once mentioned you hid drugs in your house even though you’d gone clean. He kept that a secret to respect your journey, now he abused it to satisfy himself

You don’t understand— His voice cracks. I NEED it…! I NEED IT!!!

He was trashing your house in a rage. You could smell alcohol and you sensed he was on something too. It’d be understandable if you called the cops, but you called Malevola instead. She was trying to get there as fast as she could. He’d just been cut from the Phoenix program…for Coupé! He was crushed. All that work, for nothing! But you didn’t know that. All you knew was he was a monster right now…and you had to not die.