Judas kiss
Chapter 61 - Hopefully a little girl

He looked so peaceful- and laid back.

Ignacio heaved a sigh watching Spencer lay on the bed mostly unconscious due to benzo that they put in his cocktail; when he refused to drink any alcohol. He still had all his clothes on but Ignacio planned on changing that. He was still afraid of touching Spencer just Incase if he woke up. He didn't fully trust Abhay's stuff.. what if it only worked for a mere hour. This gave Ignacio some sort of anxiety. He checked if the door was locked. This was his little cozy apartment just on the third floor of the bar downstairs. He could hear the vibrating sound as they blasted 'Thoatiana' by blueface. They had been repeating this song on a constant. It was annoying and getting on his nerves but people loved it and people were good business.

The noise didn't get to him, he was used to it. Ignacio needed a distraction. He couldn't do this sanely. He removed his shirt, showing of his skinny frame. He seemed somewhat anorexic not as athletic as Spencer. You could clearly make out his ribs whenever he stretched. His collarbones on the edge of popping out every time he moved, his hip bones sticking out on his skinny jeans. He looked like a young kid, he could be mistaken for a twenty-one year old. Ignacio was heavy party animal, not because it was his job to make sure people came around and had fun but only because it's what he did best. His weight was as a result of the morphine that him and Abhay tend to indulge in from time to time. When you start to take the heavier stuff, weed seems like a waste of time.

Spencer wasn't aware of Ignacio's drug use. Yes, he was aware of him smoking cigars and weed but not injecting morphine in his body every other night. Ignacio never had a problem with his drug use because he was never ever short of money to have a daily dose. It would be a problem if he suddenly couldn't afford it anymore. If morphine is used consistently, the user tends to become both physically and psychologically dependent on it. Morphine dependence means that the user must take morphine only for them to function properly as a whole. People who use Morphine usually go for doctor shopping just to acquire prescriptions. Changing doctors constantly just to be diagnosed with the same problem only to get a prescription. This wasn't a problem for Ignacio as he had Abhay who worked as a doctors assistant so that worked well for his nightlife business.

Examining some of Ignacio's behavior. Sometimes it wasn't entirely him acting. Morphine side effects do include, personality change, dramatic changes in priorities, poor mental performance, poor judgement, lack of will power, irregular depression, drastic change in body weight as well as heavy and forced breathing. An addict never admits that they're an addict even if it bothers them and they can't seem to stop. Ignacio was convinced it wasn't affecting him but it was. He had no one to look out for him, except Spencer who was now giving all his attention to Della. Ignacio only had friends who wanted to party with him and get high with euphoria from morphine but never friends to suggest he get help or tell him to stop.

After pushing the syringe down as the venomous liquid entered his veins. Ignacio let out a sigh of relief, nothing could feel better than this he thought as he removed the injection and wiped the bits of blood with a KFC tissue that was just laying around probably from his last meal from a few days back. He felt lazy, the feeling of euphoria it gave him was like a climax from sex or even better. While he was still in his right mental state of mind before the morphine had started to take full effect. He cleaned up his mess and stripped off his clothes. He always wanted to lay in Spencer's arms bare. He always wondered what it felt like to have Spencer's strong frame spoon him and protect him from all the evil that existed in this world.

As he unbuttoned Spencer's blue dress shirt that matched his tie. Ignacio laughed, his vision was becoming slightly blurry but it still didn't bother him, he let his bony fingers trace Spencer's appetizing body. Ignacio even bent down to lick Spencer's chest. The morphine gave him the confidence and strength to not fear Spencer waking up. He laid soft kisses on Spencer's bare chest. It was a struggle getting to remove Spencer's arms from his clothes but he managed. The pants were of course much easier.

Now that they were both naked, Ignacio grabbed the blankets and covered them as he brought Spencer's arms to wrap around his straight rigid structure. Spencer made him feel warm. Ignacio felt protected as he could feel Spencer's light breathing on his neck. He entwined his fingers with Spencer's and felt utterly at peace. The room seemed to be spinning but that was the feel of ecstasy. He could hear far distance phone ringing but he ignored it as he closed his eyes. He turned to give Spencer a kiss, this was his only chance. Spencer's lips were soft and somber.

"D-Della.." Spencer breathed, his eyes seemingly half open. They looked dead and insensible. This bothered Ignacio, how could she manage to creep into his thoughts even at a time like this. What was so special about her? Ignacio thought to himself. He decided to ignore it all as he turned around loving the feel of Spencer's limp dick on his behind.?

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Della felt anxious.

Spencer had somewhat disappeared, he wasn't bothering her. Yes, he called and texted her but he had not come anywhere near her threatening to hurt her. She checked her phone once more thinking maybe he had texted her. It paranoid her, him being this quiet gave her the idea that he was surely planning something. He wouldn't just allow her to be with Andre without hell breaking loose. She also checked her phone thinking maybe Mila had replied to the message she had sent earlier hoping they could rekindle. Della found it funny because this was a life long friendship and they couldn't just fight then it ends within a mere proximity of an hour's argument.

She shook her thoughts away as she saw Andre entering their bedroom. She was sitter on the bed with the sheets covering her lower half.

"They're asleep." Andre said softly as he approached his side of the bed.

"Leo is always the problem.." Della said with a hearty laugh.

"He must have been really tired.." Andre added, he could tell she was sad but didn't want to force her to talk about whatever that was bothering her. It was probably her mom being in a vegetative coma or Mila breaking their friendship off.

"Did you talk to Lyle?" She asked, knowing it must have been really hard for her half brother. There was probably a reason why Marcela's husband wasn't visiting or checking up on her. There must have been a valid reason as to why he had not bothered to check up on his son. There must have been a good reason as to why Lyle didn't want to be alone with his father.

"Yeah, he is really afraid of his father apparently he once hit Marcela so hard that she was in hospital for a while... it has happened too many times that's why he is convinced every time she goes to the hospital... she always comes back."

Della didn't know to respond to that. Marcela always seemed happy with her life and all the money that she had acquired. Maybe the reason why she was afraid of even telling her husband about Della was because he wouldn't have taken it too well. So many times Della had asked Marcela how she was doing and she always seemed fine. Marcela posted a lot of Facebook updates, vacations from Cambodia to Paris.. it seemed her life was perfect.

"He must be traumatized.." Della said in deep thought.

"For his sake, I hope she makes it out of this one." Andre replied.

"What about my sake?" Della added clearly joking.

"You're the strongest woman, I know and you have never needed her. It wouldn't change anything. You hardly talked anyways but for your sake, I hope she wakes up with a clear mindset and wants to rekindle your relationship as mother and daughter." Della shifted closer to lay in Andre's arms. He was very welcoming as he pulled her close, she could feel his heart beating. It was one of her favorite things, it soothes her.

"My father has decided to move back to Lyon, France.." Andre said abruptly when they had a brief moment of silence.

"Why?" Della questioned.

"The divorce was finalized much quicker than I thought it would be.." Andre expressed.

Like ours, Della wanted to say.

"You must check up on your mom, she must be feeling horrible." Della said sympathetically for this woman who had just left her marriage of thirty-three years. "She will be fine, she is always fine."

"How does Luc feel?" She asked clearly concerned.

"He has decided to move back to Lyon as well, he feels this isn't his scenery. He wants to start over.."

"How does that make you feel?" Andre missed Della's quizzical questions. He always felt he could share anything with her, she was very open and comforting.

"It's good for him and his well-being. No one forced him, so clearly he is doing this for himself.. I will miss him though.." Andre chuckled lightly. "I won't be too lonely with you and the boys around.. and hopefully a little girl.." He caressed Della's stomach with his hand. "Who told you it will be a girl?" Della teased.

"I'm aiming for a girl, it will be a good addition to our little family.." Andre replied a bit cheerful.

"Your mom had two boys though, it's not always like that." Della said a bit skeptical although she loved the idea of having a little girl. Leo having a little sister. "I'm not even pregnant so we shouldn't jump into conclusions.."

"You will be in a few weeks." Andre said pulling her close. For the first time in a long time, they both felt at peace. They spent so time wishing they had been together or reminiscing on old memories but now they were making many more.?☐☐☐☐☐