Up In Smoke

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Warning: this chapter contains violence, drug use, and foul language. If your under the age of 14; leave.
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I could feel the blood running down my cheek and the sensitive skin beneath my right eye slowly pulse as it blackened. The floor felt like heaven as my body was able to relax and not have to use a muscle. I couldn't hear much and my vision was a bit blurry.

Shattering glass. Something broke into shards near my head. Then pain. My upper stomach was kicked into and the ribs that covered my lungs were cracked. I could hear the bone fracture beneath me. I balled up and tried to ignore the pain and cover my head in hopes to cover myself from the beating.

"Stupid filthy whore! You're nothing but a worthless piece of shit, you understand me bitch?" My father or as I like to call him, the donor, because that's all he is; a sperm donor to create life. This has been going on for about 5 years. Ever since my mom and he got a divorce, and she left us behind to go off with some new guy and his family. She left me behind to deal with his crap.

"I can't even stand to look at you. Leave. And don't even think about trying to come back!" He left me on the floor to his room. I slowly stood up and held at my side with my right hand as I limped to the bathroom.
My right eye was swollen and bruising, and my nose was bleeding. I lifted my hand to my left cheek that was covered in a dark purple bruise. I slowly lifted my shirt to examine my stomach. Dark and swelling, I should probably bandage that.
I limped back to my room and grabbed the bandage wrap from my dresser and slowly began to wrap myself with it tightly. I grabbed my black backpack and stuffed a couple pairs of pants inside with my flannel and a few band shirts. I shoved in my hair brush and a baggy of hair ties and then put on my necklace my mother gave me before she left. The last thing I grabbed was the Ziploc bag of cash I had from savings and selling. After that, I left.
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I was walking down a familiar ally. I needed it. I didn't want to have to go to it, but I had nothing else to do. The red metal door was a familiar sight to me as I knocked.

"Hey Red, what's up?" Daniel Everett, my dealer and the only friend I had left. The smoke poured out of his apartment as he stood carelessly in the entrance with a 'I'm high as a kite' grin on his face. Danny was nice and slightly attractive in a hippy kind of way.

After noticing my bruised and fucked up face his grin vanished. He grabbed my upper arm and helped me inside. "Your dad is a piece of shit, you know that?"

"You say that like its actual news." My voice flooded in sarcasm. "I need to toke to get my mind fixed."

"Gotcha on that," his voice suddenly excited, "here's your usual love." He gestures officially at the prescription bottle of pot. "That'll be $10.00."

"But you gave me a forty." I say disbelieving, Danny is a great guy, but he's all about business.

"No worries. You need it, trust me."

"Thanks." I handed over the bill and sat down on the rugged sofa. My hand reached for the red glass bong next to the couch and began loading the bowl. The green nug in my hand felt like safety and paradise.

"Uno!" I yelled out, causing Danny to jump next to me.

"Dammit, I wanted greens" his voice said dissappointedly.

"Sucks to suck" I said as I grabbed the rainbow lighter off the table and lit it above the green beauty. My mouth fell over the piece as I breathed in the sweet smoke. Long and slow. Before lifting the bowl to breathe in the rest. I held it until I felt my eyes tense up and as I breathed out the smoke was already deep in my head.

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