Sex, money, and drugs.
When she becomes apart of a band that her brother was in, she slowly begins to realize why exactly she didn't like to fall into a group due to distant association.
The longer she stays, the more she realizes that everything se...
Now this is how the story begins I'll never tell this story again Till one of us is making amends
Daddy issues- The neighborhood ft Syd
I would like to put a TW for the end of this flashback, it does get a bit intense.
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I stare out the large windshield, arms crossed with a closed large envelope sitting in my lap and my car keys still in my ignition.
The thick black frames of my sunglasses hung lowly on the bridge of my nose, my long black hair I aloud to grow out was slicked back and tucked behind my ears as I wait quietly in my car in a random hidden parking lot.
I was just staring, waiting to see that distinct white beat-down Cadillac roll in. The music from the radio was playing softly, barely audible to me with how much my thoughts kept zoning me out from reality.
I sat for too long, growing impatient with this waiting game I was doing. Letting out an annoyed scoff as I look down to the dashboard of my car, seeing the new unopened pack of cigarettes I had just bought from the small liquor store right by the Mendoza home.
I lean forward and grab them, pulling the small clear tap that wrapped around the small black box and unwrapping it. I grab the plastic wrap that came off the top of the lid, crumbling it in my hand before throwing it blindly in my cup holder where my phone sat.
I flip the lid open, revealing the inside of the red box and fully white small sticks that filled the new box. I pull one randomly from the front row, placing the small cancerous stick between my lips before flipping the lid back closed.
I throw the pack of cigarettes in the empty passenger seat, then reaching down into the mirroring cup holder in front of the one that held my phone, grabbing the black lighter out, and igniting the flame as I cup my hand over the ending of the cigarette as I bring the small flame to it.
