decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
He shook his head. “I’ve been taking the painkillers I got from CVS and they aren’t doing Jack shit. It’s like someone is continuously drilling a hole into the side of my head the past week.” He mumbled, chewing on his nails and shaking a little, trying to calm down. “I wanna go home.” He told her, his voice breaking “I can’t do it anymore babe.” He whimpered