Costco Kisses

The Relationship and Her Leg are Breaking

Tajon and my relationship had been so so since the coldstone incident. I was a little upset after that my first time was in the backroom of an ice cream shop, but I got over it when I remembered who it was with.

I was so deeply in love with Tajon, this was the first time I'd ever felt emotions as strong as I felt when I was with him. I hated being away from him and every moment together was heaven.

But that was the honeymoon phase. He'd pulled my away from the things I valued in life like my school career and my friends. I hadn't seen Miriam or Chloe in months except for in school. I found out from instagram that Chloe and that upperclassmen John had started dating and that Miriam had gotten a new job with Juliana. I felt so crappy for not appreciating my friends.

Another thing that had really ticked me off about being with Tajon all the time was his smoking problem. He basically chainsmoked the things. He went through a pack every three days. I was fine with the weed but I had seen what cigarettes and other hard drugs did to people. My mom smoked and when she got lung cancer becuase of it she survived but then her addiction to the opioids that the doctors gave her killed her.

With that on my mind, everytime he lit up a cigarette I just imagined him that much closer to death. It really fucked with me.

He took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke in my face. I made a disgusted noise and face and he laughed. As much as I loved hanging around him, this smoking ordeal was getting out of hand. We couldn't hang out for more than five minutes without him having to light up. At first when he started I thought it was cool but now I was concerned for him.

"That was fucking disgusting!" I whisper shouted at him from the end of my bed. My dad was downstairs and had noticed that I had been 'talking to myself' a lot lately and he was being extra shitty because of it.

"You love it," Tajon said and he leaned forwards and kissed me. Although usually would never complain about a kiss...it was gross. He tasted of ash and nicotine. And contrary to what those Tumblr girls believe, it was not a cool sensation, it was vile and made me want to wipe my mouth.

"Tajon, you really gotta stop with those things," I said and got up from the bed to open a window. He was hot boxing me in here. I turned over to him and put my hand on my hip.

"Oh come of babe, it's not that bad, and I'll quit one day anyway," he said and grabbed my waist to move me closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me and started kissing up my stomach.

"Stop," I said and pushed him away from me leaving him confused sitting on my bed, "I'm serious Tajon, I hate that you smoke those things." He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Are you serious? It's not a big deal," he said grabbing my hands and trying to pull me closer. I pulled away from his grasp which made him grab harder, I could feel a bruise forming as he squeezed my wrists.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I said and he let go and put his hands up. I looked at him with distrust. "Why did you do that?" I asked and rubbed my wrists, examining where he squeezed.

"Hey, I'm sorry babe, I'll stop," he said and took the cigarette still in his mouth and put it out on my dresser leaving a small ring of little bits of the burnt cigarettes. He then threw it out the window.

"Either you promise to quit or get out," I said sanding my ground. "I will do whatever it takes to get you to stop...even if it means breaking up with you."

"Come on babe, I'm sorry, I'll stop. I'll stop," he said and threw the rest of the pack out the window.

"Are you fucking kidding me, my dad will definitely see that there is a pack of cigarettes outside and think I'm fucking smoking!" I yelled and Tajon quickly got up and looked out the window. There they were, right next to my sister's old sand box.

"Kyla! I don't know what the fuck you are doing up there but I'm coming up there. This is the last straw," my dad yelled from downstairs.

"Quick, help me pack a bag, I need to stay at your house for a while," I said and quickly grabbed my volley ball bag from my closet, emptied the contents and packed up the few shirts and jeans I needed. Tajon grabbed my charger and I grabbed a few books.

I zipped it up and as soon as I threw it out the window my dad barged in.

"HEY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" he said and I ushered Tajon out the window and he climbed out right as I got a punch to the face. I stumbled backwards and fell to the ground in front of the window. I curled up in a ball while he started kicking me in the stomach.

"I'm getting my belt," he said and left the room quickly. I grabbed my phone and slipped it into my bra as I got ready to climb out the window. Right as I was outside the window, hanging from my arms to the window ledge, he walked back in.

"Oh, you really want to go out? Well then got the fuck ahead!" he said and pushed my arms off the ledge letting me free fall to the ground. When I landed on the ground I fell oddly on my leg and I heard a loud cracking noise and I started to cry.

"Holy fuck!" Tajon said as I fell, he ran over to me. I was weeping, hot tears running down my face.

"Ow, ow, ow, it fucking hurts Tajon!" I yelled and tried to move my foot from underneath me. When I tried to move I was immerged in a white fiery pain, my vision blurred and I could soon not see anything. And I was immersed in darkness.