Come Here and Save Me.

Part 8

Samantha:

It had taken me the entire walk back to the flat to realize I’d forgotten my cigarette pack. Not the normal one that actually held my cigarettes, no. My important pack, the only that was merely disguised as a cigarette pack, so that I could carry my medication with me without suspicion.

I spent my entire night awake, searching for some way to keep my mind off of the beginning withdrawals. I painted my nails, cleaned the entire apartment, and managed to get Chloe manageable enough. She’d consumed a lot of alcohol, her drinking was continually getting worse. Something was wrong with her, and I had to figure it out, but not before I got more morphine. I wouldn’t be doing anything before I got morphine.
While I got ready for work this morning I couldn’t help but think of how upset with myself I am. If only I’d left the cigarette box in my purse, if only I paid more attention. If only that boy didn’t have to be so distractingly handsome. I knew if I didn’t get a few pills soon my health would take a turn for the worse. I knew I would have to go crawling back to Marcus again, and that was something I refused to do… At least not yet. It was too soon.

The shakes were beginning to set in while as I walked into the bakery from the back door. My stomach was churning and my mind was consumed with the thought of my next fix.

“Samantha, you’re late. Start the cupcakes!” My boss looked angry, her red hair dusted with a bit of floor.

“Right, of course. I’m sorry…”

I was quick to mix the batter for my specialty cupcakes, taking caution to pour all the ingredients with extra effort to keep from spilling, my hands gradually shaking more. My palms were beginning to perspire more than normal, making the cupcake liners harder to place in the pan. By the time the first batch of 26 were out of the oven the bakery was ready to open.

“Samantha!” My boss called from the entrance door to the bakery.

“Chelsea can’t come in today so you’re in charge of the counter.”

With I nod a placed my cupcakes in the display case, and sighed wringing my hands together.

“Alright.”

I assisted a few customers selling a few cupcakes, doughnuts, and tea cakes. Bored with the how slow business was today. I rest my elbows on my the counter leaning agains it, a hand underneath my chin.

Then I saw him, the handsome boy from the bar last night. He paused at the door for a brief moment in which his friend had to get his attention again. I noticed his friend looked familiar, oh no. Harry. The same Harry who had walked out after upsetting Chloe.

Was I supposed to be nice?

Was I supposed to acknowledge his existence?

I realized something then as I watched Harry and the boy from the bar reach the counter. The boy was sitting next to me when I forgot my cigarette pack.

Did he notice my cigarette pack on the counter?

Did he look inside of it?

What if he found my pills?

My hands were getting sweater, my tongue felt hot and dry in my mouth, my mind was whirling.

What if he knew about the pills and my addiction?

Would he call me on it?

Would he humiliate me?

My eyes scanned him as he looked over the display case. He was even more handsome now than he was last night. With his thin brown hair that was nicely quiffes up. Blue eyes the color of the sky, and his perfect jawline. He was taller than me, and his arms locked strong. And I couldn’t help but notice the tattoos that stained his skin, an absolutely beneficial point to his attractiveness. “Good morning, Samantha.” He said through tight lips. He had a sweet voice, one I could continually listen to. My heart plummeted into my stomach when he grasped my hand. What was he going to do?

My eyes locked with his and I felt him place something in my hand. “I believe this belongs to you.” I looked down at box in my hand and nearly gasped stuffing it into the pocket if my apron.

“T-thank you…” I turned my back to the counter and pulled the cigarette pack he’d just given me from my apron pocket. Sitting on the bottom was the bag if morphine, all pills still safely inside. My heart began to beat again as I tucked the cigarette box back in my apron pocket.

“Uhm, what would you like?” I questioned.

“Half a dozen cupcakes. Three red velvet, and three devils food cake.” Harry quipped.

With a nod I grabbed a pink box and carefully placed the six cupcakes inside. I then retrieved a pink bakery box which was meant to hold a single cupcake and placed one of my signature cupcakes inside. I found a piece of paper from beside the register and quickly scribbled down a note which read;

“Thank you for returning my cigarette box, and not disturbing the contents of it. I appreciate you for doing so. I hope to see you again. P.s. This is my signature cupcake, I hope you like it. -Samantha”

“Here. That’ll be £9.40.” I muttered passing the large box with six cupcakes to Harry. I took the money from his hand and smiled.

“Here. This is for you, on the house.” I handed the single cupcake box to Louis and dropped my eyes to the counter top. The two thanked me and left.

“I’m taking ten.” I called to my boss before rushing to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and opened the cigarette box. I quickly got the bag of morphine from the box and opened it dropping three into my palm. I placed them on my tongue and turned the faucet on cupping my hands underneath the water. Using my hands like a cup I drank some of the faucet water and washed the pill down, feeling my more at ease now that my pills were once again safely with me.