Aubrey Tessel's life story would be an article about the long term effects drugs have on a kid's future. Just when she thinks she's grasped onto hope of being content, it slips from her fingers. As she finally gets fed up of her constant cycle of de...
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The smell of my favourite substance lingered in the air as my back rests against the couch, my gaze fixated on the roof.
Sebastian threw another joint rolled to perfection at me and it landed right on my stomach.
"I've got to say; you sure can handle your bud. What's this, the 7th?" I sat up, bringing my knees to my chest. I watched him as he lit his joint, chucking the lighter to me.
"Can't keep up?"
I smirked, taking in his words before lighting my joint. "I'm just getting started, Moretti."
"You're eating up my stash, babe," he pauses to take a drag, a matching smirk on his face as he opens his mouth once again in a joking matter, "I say I should eat something of yours."
I ignored his joking attempt to get in with me as I look around his house. Although not the tidiest thing in the world, the house itself looked twenty times as expensive as mine. "I'm sure you can afford it just fine."
If bartending gets you this much money, then count me in.
"Is it just you that lives here?" My gaze dropped back on Sebastian, as I asked the question. He looked down, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah, just me."
It suddenly occurred to me that I really didn't know a lot about Sebastian, I mean, other than he was a certified asshole with an urge to be right about everything — including Debbie being unsafe. He basked in the glory of being correct, in fact.
He looked straight back at me, obviously noticing me staring, I quickly averted my gaze, taking a drag. "It's just Mum and me at mine."
"By the looks of it, she hasn't been home in a while." I just nodded at his clearly true accusation, he saw it for himself after all. What would be the point of denying?
"She's a good Mum," I defended, unsure of why I even bothered, but feeling like I should none the less.
"I never said she wasn't, Aubrey, I just don't like that she hurt her own daughter." I realised that he was talking about the night he picked me up, I didn't know how he could just presume it was her from some little scene he saw, but he deserved his credit for it.
"She didn't do anything to me," I bit my lip, "it was a fight," even I didn't believe my fast-paced words, so I took a second to regather my thoughts. "I got into a fight and got hurt. I don't exactly do well in punch ons. I mean, if you can't tell, I'm not the strongest person around."
"You're lying," he was so sure of himself and it pissed me off more than it should have.
I smirked, letting out a laugh he probably knew was forced. "Take whatever you want out of it, but you're stupid. She'd never touch me." I felt my heart beating faster. "You thought you were helping me out tonight? You just offered me a slightly less boring night kid."
He seemed hesitant, and I was still unsure if he believed me or not. Nevertheless, he smirked, letting the subject go. "Just slightly less boring? Ouch baby." He raised his hand to his heart mockingly, smirk still on display. "Let's change that then."
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Sebastian clutched his hand on mine as he walked in front of me, directing us through the crowd of rowdy people, calling out things I couldn't comprehend. We reached the front of the crowd directly in front of a boxing match, to watch two people having a fair go at each other.
"Moretti." I tilted my head at Sebastian's last name being used, looking up at the guy who voiced it. Tall, brown hair with tattoos covering his neck, his brown eyes just about as red as mine and his face aging.
His bloodshot eyes rested on me, and I knew straight away that he was the kind of guy you don't want to see while you're walking alone at 2 am. "Whos this?" The volume of his voice was loud, loud enough to hear over the shouting of the bystanders of the match anyway.
He offered a mischevious grin and I bit my cheek as he looked at me like a customer seeing the waitress bring out a parma.
I gave him a small smile, knowing it probably made me look more uncomfortable than I would have hoped for. "Aubrey."
"Bit of an innocent name don't you think?" He looked me up and down. "You don't seem too innocent, princess." He nodded to my attire; the black stockings I still had on from work and the oversized jumper I'd thrown over them. It wasn't the best look of the year.
"What's your name?" I cringed as he picked up my hand, kissing it with his slobbery lips.
"Samuel."
"Well, Sam, aren't you a tad too old to be worrying about my innocence?" I turned to Sebastian, "this is your idea of fun?" I nodded to the creep.
He shook his head mockingly, and Samuel focussed back on the fight.
"I'm just beginning, we're only here for that guy up there." He pointed to the guy plastering into his opponent in the ring.
"I'd ask if he's your friend, but we all know you only have one of those." As far as I ever knew, Sebastian and Jack only really had each other; apart from their many acquaintances, but at the end of the day they were the only real mates they had.
"It hurts that you judge without even knowing me," I realised that my hand was still clutched to his, just as it had been as we walked through the crowd. I pulled my hand away from his.
"Maybe I just don't want to know you," I fixed my eyes on Sebastian, them glued as he intently watched the fight in front of him.
Without taking his eyes off it, he answered me, his lips tilting to a smirk as the words come out, calmly as ever, "you wouldn't be here if that was the case."
