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IRISH LIANE GRINSTEAD LA, CALIFORNIA| SEPTEMBER 5th 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝖾𝟪𝟢𝗌－𝟫𝟢𝗌
Irish sat in the room she had in her father's house with her knees to her chest. It was another sleepless night. Her body was sluggish from physical exhaustion, but her mind wouldn't rest. Her mind wouldn't stop thinking of him and all the evil that surrounded him. Her mind couldn't stop retracing that day.
"Michelle, stop it man" Irish groaned as the girl tried to kiss her once again. Michelle frowned hard, pushing Irish roughly so the girl fell back on the bed. "Why the fuck you don't want me no more? What did I do?" She spat angrily, shooting daggers at Irish who emptily stared at the floor. "You know why I slept with you Michelle. Don't act like that—."
"No, you don't act like that. What we have is real. What we felt is real. Didn't I make you feel good?"
Irish felt guilty her head hung low as she thought deeply. The girl who once was her bestest friend was slowly becoming the person she despised the most. "This is love, not what you think you have with that man." Michelle's voice softened making Irish's heart lurch.
"Michelle. I'm not in the mood."
"When are you ever in the mood."
Hours later, Michelle was gone and Irish was alone. She walked the empty, dark streets with her hands deep in her pockets. She was alone, and her heart ached so badly. Her father was always on the road, always out making plays. Her friends were doing the same thing and she had nowhere to go. She was high out of her mind and drank the rest of the alcohol her dad stashed. She wanted to rid herself of her loneliness.
She walked for a while before ending up back home. She wanted to go visit her friend but decided not to for her sanity.
God, she missed him. She missed his goofy laugh and big smile with braces. She missed his ability to make bad times fun. She just missed it. Part of her felt stupid for missing him since he caused her so much pain but he was the only person in the world, other than her twin, who successfully broken down her walls and got to see the real her.
Her mind then floated to her boyfriend, Ermias. He was her knight in shining armor in some ways but was poison to her in others. He was in the streets, like herself. The only difference was, he was really deep. And really possessive. Scarily possessive.
She began to think of the night Kacey died and bile burned her chest.
She remembered Ermias' loud voice yelling and Kacey yelling back. Something about money, traders, and something to have to do with Irish. She remembered hearing her name be thrown around. She remembered them fighting and her trying to break it up. Ermias ended up leaving and it was just Kacey and her.
