Celestia and DealerAnon Pt. 17

''Hey man, what's up?''
>Ty's gravelly voice answers you, taking the familiar, upbeat tone he always does while talking on the phone
>''Not much G, not much at all. You?''
''Shit man, same old, same old. When you coming?''
>''Well, if you want me that bad, I can be there in five, okay?''
''Alright bro, do it.''
>''Sure thing, see ya.''
>Well, that was quick
>Flying up from the couch, you waltz up to the sound system and flip it on
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85YIezL8Q9A
>Walking up to the couch, you slump down heavily
>Celestia was acting all awkward again, and you're in desperate need of coffee
>Actually, you're in desperate need of something that'll kill your hangover and stop the pain flaring under your bandages
>Coffee will have to do
''Thank God for Biggie.''
>You mutter to yourself, stretching yourself out
>''Anon?''
>Celestia is standing at the foot of the stairs, holding something in her hand
>She also looks pissed, and is coming closer by the second
''Uh, yeah?''
>''What's this thing I found in your pocket?''
>She is holding up a small baggie, filled with white powder
>Shit
''It's, uh, my prescription meds.''
>You try to reach for the little bag, only for her to pull it away
>''Medications don't come in unmarked baggies, Anon! Is there something you want to tell me?''
>You stand up, her smoldering eyes following you
''It's just something old, C. Forget about it.''
>''Anon, how long? Does your family know?''
''I said forget it.''
>''What the hell has happened to you, Anon?''
>The air feels thick, almost suffocating
>''Anon?''
''Please don't tell my family.''
>She scoffs at you, contempt in her eyes
>''Why wouldn't I tell them that their only son's turned into some junkie?''
''I'm not an addict, Celestia!''
>''Yeah, that sure explains this!''
>She waves the baggie in front of your nose
''I'm not an addict, I swear!''
>''Then what was this doing in your pocket, huh? Let me guess, you were just holding it for a friend, am I right?''
''No, not exactly.''
>You motion for her to take a seat and slump on the couch with a heavy sigh
''Want some coffee? This is going to be a lon-''
>''Just tell me why. Please.''
>She is still standing in the center of the room with her arms crossed, disapproving glare aimed straight at you
''Alright. Well, after I got out of college, I couldn't find a job anywhere, okay? There was nobody hiring, and the job market was fucking dead, alright?''
>''So you decided to start ruining lives instead of making one for yourself.''
''I didn't get into this just to ruin motherfuckers, even if that's what you want to believe. Jesus Christ, look at it from my point of view, okay? Nobody's hiring, the rent's unpaid, heating's off, I scrape by with one meal a day and I'm fucking covered in medical bills, alright? This wasn't something I just decided to do. It's what I had to do, alright?''
>''Why didn't you just apply at the grocery store, liquor store, anywhere?''
>You snort, anger bubbling up again
''You really think they gonna hire a motherfucker who's been caught stealing?''
>''Drug dealing, stealing, the list just goes on, doesn't it?''
''Look, I didn't want to steal. I hadn't eaten in three fucking days, alright? Three fucking days! You know what that does to you? Besides, it was just one time.''
>''Yeah, I'm sure you're a paragon of morality now.''
''Fuck you! You have no idea what that's like, okay? You've been stuck in your fucking desk job so long that you can't even fucking comprehend that others may not have it as easy as you!''
>You rise up, feeling the blood pump violently through your veins
>''I wasn't-''
''I don't give a fuck, C! Don't you fucking understand? It's not about morality, it's about survival, plain and simple! So, I sell some stuff to a motherfucker who's already busy ruining himself, so what? If he don't get it from me, he's going to find someone, something, anything to get his rocks off. At least they stay a little docile when they're high.''
>She sneers again, eyes smoldering with anger
>''Yeah, I can definitely see your contributions to the community. At least I helped people back at the school, gave them an edu-''
''Yeah, you helped them! Whole lot of good it did to you, miss ex-principal. If I remember everything correctly, you were the one who broke in to my fucking house after they threw your deadbeat ass out on the street. Wake the fuck up, missy! If you're going to stay under my roof, you better keep your mouth shut about this.''
>She looks shocked, before setting her mouth in a grim line of determination
>''Alright.''
>She heads towards the stairs and throws the baggie at you
''What?''
>''I guess I'm not staying, then.''
''Where the fuck you gonna stay then?''
>''Anywhere but here, that's for sure.''
''What the fuck is this, Celestia? I take you in, give you a place to stay, pay for a hundred bucks worth of fucking panty liners and useless shit, and now you bail on me?''
>She is already heading up the stairs, not reacting in any way
''Fine! Get the fuck out of my house!''
>For what feels like hours, you stand in the middle of the room, hands shaking, trying to control your breath
>You don't know if it's regret or rage, but you feel miserable
>Jesus fucking Christ
>After all you've done for her, she just decides to leave?
>You could've sworn you two had something going on
>Or maybe that's just wishful thinking
>Anyway, you need a beer
>Sipping the ice cold brew while leaning on the counter, you contemplate life
>Or try to at least
>Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?
>She's already lost her job, her home, and her bank account
>Possibly her sister too
>She doesn't need any more stress
>Especially not from you
>That's what you get for not checking pockets