Axel had already found the stash that was in Armand’s room when he had searched it the other day. He lightly knocked on the door to the others room.
He listened carefully to the vampire, and he felt awful. Axel was just trying to help, and here he was, lashing out at him. He gave a nod and a sad sigh. “You’re right. I know. I know you’re trying to help. I just… whenever I get the withdrawal symptoms, I end up runnin’ back ‘cause it feels awful. I been itchy all mornin’. I tried to get through it, but I couldn’t,” he sighed.
He chewed on his lip and shrugged. “Maybe. It… might help. It’ll hurt, but… I’d take it a little more serious. Ain’t as scary as gettin’ kicked out though. But… I probably wouldn’t be as angry. I don’t know. Am I really considering this? I mean… is it something you’ve thought about doing?” he replied, lighting up a cigarette with relief.
“I have thought of it as I did the same to my daughter when she would misbehave granted it was not over drugs and just over staying up later. If your symptoms keep being this bad maybe I should lock you in your room till they go away because you will not be getting any more drugs while you are in this house.” The vampire told him as he headed into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.
He made a coffee for Armand before calling him over. “I do not want to spank you but I will if you test me.”
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