When I wake up I smell coffee.
"Hey, want some?" he jokes knowing it makes me sick.
"What time is it?" I grab my phone out of my pocket.
"Um... 12 AM," fuck its Monday I go back to work today.
"Uhhhhhg I have work in two hours," it's a twenty minute ride to the mall but I leave an hour before so I have time to talk to Al after he gets off work. I start getting dressed for work in front of Eric, not like it was a new thing. Once when I was super fucked up I gave him a hand job and I probably would do it sober to, not in a relationship way but in a friends-with-benefits way. I grab my keys get in my car. I work in the mall at Hot Topic so everyone's chill and I probably won't have to worry about a panic attack.
Work was normal nothing new, just helping people at the cash register and stuff like. When I got back to Eric's I saw a car in his driveway I didn't recognize so I grab out a smoke. I inhale and feel automatic relief, I know I'm smoking too much and getting addicted but I don't fucking care it helps with.. well I don't even know any more it just helps. I feel the taste of it as the smoke leaves my mouth. It's a repeated, never ending cycle until you stomp out your smoke and start it up again later. Which I do and walk inside. I see Eric handing some random person a wad of cash. Someone's in jail again, probably Andrew.
"Andrew?" I question him and get a nod in assurance. The guy walks out with his cash.
"Dumbass got caught after smoking a load of pot so I used the money I owe him to bail him out, I don't have a full time job so that guy's doing it for me."
"One of these days he's not gonna be able to be bailed out," I laugh because neither of us care if he gets out or not. My phone rings and I realize that it's 8 pm and I haven't checked in with my dad, and what do you know it's him.
Hey dad
•YOU BEST HAVE YOUR PIECE OF SHIT HOME BEFORE 1•
OKAY OKAY
•"OKAY OKAY"• he mimics me and it hurts
DO YOU JUST WANT ME TO MOVE FUCKING OUT
•BE BETTER THEN YOU LIVING HERE•
I hang up and look at Eric, " You need a roommate?"
"Fuck yeah dude," we stand up and head for his truck, he knew this was coming any day now so he had a room that was completely empty for me.
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Stay Sober For Me
Teen FictionRyley suffers from addiction after Hayden leaves for three months making contact for the two impossible, but will he get better once Hayden comes back? Warning: this book contains underage drinking and smoking, self harm, and various other things th...
