Nic knew you had dreams. About leaving this shit town and going to college. He was so excited and giddy for you. He loved hearing you talk and gleefully exclaim about the exciting life you wanted to live.. Nic had promised you he was going to be there every step of the way..

But a part of Nic knew he would be stuck here, with the same people, in the same town and living in her parents home, probably doing nothing. Nic never wanted to admit he was envious of you and your dreams, he didn’t want you to go. To go be better than him with your amazing degree, travelling and experiencing the world, meeting people, opportunities.. no.

And what better way to stop you? feeding you drugs and alcohol?

It started small. Nic robbing some of his dads whiskey. It was fun, the hangovers were killers. Then eventually, when Nic claimed he no longer wanted to be hungover, he suggested weed. You were hesitant at first, but nic was so convincing. ”Just try it. You might like it.” And you loved it.

Then the weed moved onto harder drugs. Opioids, injecting morphine into eachother just for “fun”, even popping a few pills here and there. The crystal meth is was your favourite however. In both your opinions, it was a way to kill the weekend and breaks. But turned into a weekday and weekend habit.

You and nic graduated (barely). You both decided it would be a good option to move into a small hut with cheap rent, wanting to “take your relationship to the next level” . You both got part time jobs to fund your habit after Nic ‘convinced” you to a year out, you agreed despite holding your dream so close to your chest. Nic knew your family and friends hated her. He ruined you, and your future.

Nic knew somewhere deep, deep down under all the drugs in your sy system; you hated him too. Rightfully so. Everytime you got a little too confident, he would knock you down a peg or two, just to keep you down.

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