Fiona invited me inside after Ian left for work. I aspired that he had such a promising future with his career, while living in such a skid row. I walked into the door smelling dust, with a lust of cigarettes. A mist of air freshener faded slighting revealing the stained smell.
"Sorry the place is a mess."
"No its not at all, its actually quite welcoming in here!"
She rolled her eyes with a smile. I sat a the kitchens breakfast bar watching Fiona make coffee her coffee and look out a musky window.
"Is it just you and Ian here?"
"No, my other siblings live here too.", she said the slowly taking a drink trying not to burn herself.
"Aw how many?"
"Six, counting myself."
My eyes widened with a little gasp of shock, "Wow that's a lot of you, how old is everyone?"
"Liam is 8, Carl is 17, Debbie is 18, Ian is 20, and Li-"
She got cut off as a man came out from the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Whos she?", said the man in his white and thin blue faded striped boxers.
"This is Boe. She moved into Karen's old place.", she replied while pouring him a cup of coffee.
"Oh yeah, how's that shit hole?"
"Um, its ok? I guess."
He nodded before taking the coffee from Fiona then looking at me again. I froze like a deer in headlights, feeling award and out of place. One lance glance and then he headed back upstairs. I looked back at Fiona confused in who he was.
"Whos that?"
"Lip, the second oldest, 21."
"Oh, and he still lives here?"
She looked at me weird before proceeding to nod, "Yeah? Its not exactly good pay around her."
"Oh no, that's not what I meant. I'm-"
"Hey I'm just messin' with ya, he sleeps here every once in a while. Its just a mess."
I nodded looking back over at the stairs once more.
The next morning I laid in my bed listening to my parents argue over something pointless. I turned my speakers on and connected my phone and plaid Hippie Sabotage, loudly seeing if they'd get a hint. After about 20 minutes my dad left for work and my mom stayed in her room. I climbed out my window and sat on the porch roofing. Taking a deep breathe in feeling the think polluted air set in my lungs, I took a deep breathe out. I pulled out my pack of Paul Mauls Menthols and lit on. The burn in my chest I use to feel year ago with every drag is what I craved most in life anymore. My innocence, my health. I wanted it all. Not to start fresh and be happy, but to have and repeat all my bad habits feeling the first feel. To feel the crave, the desire, the need. My addictions are what defeat me, but what also make me... me.
My phone buzzed, seeing an unsaved number show I unlocked it to see a text message.
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what are you up to today
who is this
lip
how did u get my number
Fiona who else would I get it from
oh... ok
agin what are you doing today
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I looked up and took a long drag from my cigarette before responding, I still wasn't sure why he was texting me.
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idk at the moment
why
whats up
lets hang out I just got off work
I could show you around
ok, um where you wanna meet at?
the L, around like 4 ?
k sounds good
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I put my phone down and finished my cigarette. The taste of mint followed threw my lungs, as I pondered on why he got my number and wanted to show me around.
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S P I L T ° Phillip Gallagher
أدب الهواة"we are all inhaling fumes again, and there the black and white will end." |Shameless|Lip Gallagher| |thєlσllчmσnѕtєr © 2017| |єdítíng| NOT FINISHED| Cover made by: @18-41am
