Craving

Smoking and siblings

"Fuck you, Finn" I spit at my ex-boyfriend.
"You don't know me! And you definitely do not own me!" I tell him, with a certain authority in my voice.
I light up a cigarette and sit on the curb of the street, my feet in a basket as I inhale the toxinic smoke.
I watch the scraggly red head walk away but I'm too engrossed in my cigarette to give a shit.
I place a hand on my forehead and drag it down my face as I take in the scent of my ol' faithful: The cigarette.
He look back up to see him move from my sight line, he is now too far to see.
"GOOD!" I shout, even though there is no possible way he would hear me.
I shake my head and nub the cigarette out on the sidewalk before standing up.
"Fuck" I mutter under my breath as I feel a single tear start to dwell in my eye.
I wipe the not-yet fallen tear and brush the sad feeling off.
That is my strategy: Pretending I don't care.
Believe me, it works.
I come off as the stone cold bitch I want everyone to believe I am.
A heartless whore who doesn't need anyone but herself....... or a select few.
I whip out my iPhone and scrunch my eyes at the glare, it's dark and the street is only lit my lampposts.
The glare hurts my eyes so I slide my brightness bar down before going onto my contacts list.
"Carlton" I put my phone to my ear.
"What? I'm busy?" My brother speaks with am muffled mouth.
God knows what he's smoking.
"Can you come pick me up?" I ask him.
"My license was revoked" His mouth lets out a sigh as smoke blows out his lungs.
"So?" I furrow my brow, a revoked license hasn't  stopped my brother before.
"Fi- Naomi where are you?" He asks me with a little frustration in his voice.
"At the gas station near Georgington" I tell him.
"How the fuck did you get there?!" My brother raises his husky voice.
"I went a walk with Finn and we had an argument and-"
"He left you!?" Carl cuts me off.
"I'm comin' to get you so don't move" he tells me.
I end the call and let out a small sigh before shrinking my self down and placing my ass on the sidewalk.
The skin of my ass and upper thigh graze against the coldness of the street because - In my Brothers words- My shorts are too short.
I wait for what seems like an hour but checking my phone I realise it's only been half.
I see my wrecked 'family' car pull up next to me.
In all it's smashed-headlight glory.
No, the car's  an absolute mess.
Cracked windscreen, A big rust patch on the back, One headlight and the seats on the inside are burst with all of their stuffing pouring out.
I don't mind it though, we've had this car since I was nine, which means we've had it for seven years.
"Where did he go?" My brother rolls down the window before I step inside.
"Who?" I ask him.
"The asshole that left you here!" He growls.
"Carl" I grab his arm.
"It's okay" I tell him.
"We'll find him later and you can beat the shit out of him but for now just take me home" I say as he shrugs my hand from his pale arm.
"Fucking redhead bastard" He huffs.
"You have a cigarette?" He moves his eyes to look at me as his face stays straight ahead.
"I have plenty" I reach into my small leather bag and pull out two cigarettes.
One for him.
One for me.
I hand him it and he smiles.
"Gotta hand it to you" He smirks at me.
"You always seem to pick out the assholes" He sniggers.
I begin smiling and stop myself with a furrowed brow.
"Hey." I look at him with a pouted lip.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him.
He has no answer, as usual.
Just a big cheesy grin plastered to his stupid face.
"You do know I'm gonna beat the shit out of him" he tells me with a playful manner.
"I know" I let a small smile appear on my lips.
"Oh and Leo" he pauses.
"He's gonna beat the shit out of him too".
I have to be honest, As much as I hit and curse at my brothers, they DO look out for me.
They make sure that all the assholes and bums that I date get what they deserve.
My Dad does too, of course but it's hard for him to protect me since he's regularly in police custody for an assault crime against someone who
A.) Either owns him money
Or
B.) Said something that he just didn't like.
"Hey, Naomi"
I turn to my brother as he blows a playful cloud of smoke into my face.
"Fuck you" I tell him jokingly.
"Hey Carl" I copy him and as he turns I blow a smoke puff into his face.
He smirks and reverts his eyes back to the road until we enter the driveway of our Not-so-humble abode.
Yep, this is it, Livin' the dream.