Dylan Hayes (pushme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-13 18:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, dylan hayes |
Who: Dylan Hayes and Dave Henderson
What: Confronting Dave
When: Sunday night
Where: Dave's apartment
When Dylan woke up in his apartment, his temples were throbbing and his entire body seemed to ache, most likely the effects of the drugs he'd taken earlier in the day. Henri was gone, which he didn't find surprising, after all, the man was a drug dealer and-
Shit.
Dylan bolted upright in his bed. Outside his window, a thousand windows twinkled in the evening's darkness, the effect was pretty, but how could that be a comfort to him when what had been revealed to him today was absolutely- not bad, just shocking as hell and the implications of it all were very nearly more than he could bear. Dylan pushed himself off his bed into a wobbly standing position and raised his arms high, high above his head, then let them drop heavily to his sides. His feet were still bare and he stretched his toes, then sighed. He didn't know what to do. He wished that he could just close his blinds and pretend that the world beyond his door didn't exist. It would be so easy, to retreat inside his little world and let the jungle's branches extend beyond his peripheral vision and entrap him within its branches again. He would stop dealing, he'd already paid three month's rent but before the end of those months he could be back on the streets, panhandling again, living as he'd always had. But when he thought about that prospect, and all that would accompany it, he decided that it wasn't the right choice. His present stability had been shattered, but with each waking moment he was remembering what he had built for himself, and then he remembered Dave, and he knew what he would have to do.
Dylan didn't want to go anywhere near the Highway. The whole prospect of Marc being something - something else - and the fact that he very much did not like him, frightened him, but he was able to summon the courage to go to Dave's apartment because nothing would ever be as terrifying to him as GHB's eyes. So he put on his shoes, picked up his backpack, and went. His fear and anxiousness caused him to take a roundabout way that took longer than usual, but finally he made it to Dave's door. The door with the leaf. The huge, green marijuana leaf. Dylan had to swallow bile that rose in his throat. Of course. He shook his head to clear it, and then knocked on the door, careful not to touch the leaf.
"Dave! It's me!" He called, his voice shaking slightly.