On My Own A Diggy Simmons Love Story Book 3

Chapter 55: One Match is all it took

Elana P.O.V

We walked silently to the car. I hopped in the front seat of the car. Diggy looked at Iris and smiled.

Diggy: You alright?

Iris: Yeah just going to miss my mom.

Diggy: She won’t be gone that long. Just think of it as a business trip.

Iris: I will *smiles*

Diggy: *smiles and faces me*

I worked fiercely trying to find the directions of Shannon’s job to drop off some important info. Not only that but I had to write witness statement that she actually was going to rehab.

Diggy: Elana slow down

Elana: *turns towards him and scowls then goes back to work*

Diggy: What is wrong with you? Why are you being bi-polar?

Elana: Pull the car over….NOW.

Driver: Are you sure? We’re about two minutes from the workplace.

Elana: Its fine; just pull over. *driver pulls over and Elana hops out*

I slammed the door. I walked a few feet away from the car. I saw a guy smoking a cigarette. I looked at cigarette very tempted. The looked at me and smiled. He came closer to me.

Man: You look like you want to explode.

Elana: I do want to explode.

Man: You should have a cigarette it will calm you and make you relaxed. *lights a fresh cigarette and hands it to me then walks back into a building after putting out his cigarette*

I stared down at it. I knew better than to smoke a cigarette but I’m feeling as if I’m reliving the horrible past all over again. I put the cigarette closer to my face. As I was about to put in my mouth; Diggy gets out of the truck and comes towards me. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the cancer stick in my hands. I knew he was going to come at the wrong moment from the beginning. That’s how it always happens. I knew he was going to tell me we’re through and that I needed to find a new place or that I’m changing and he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. I knew that he was going to yell at me and drag me back to the car. I know all of this. I know some how this situation is only about to get worse. I put the cigarette in my mouth and smoked it. I inhaled every bit of it. It made me relaxed and calm. The tobacco entering my body and the smoke leaving made feel good. I continued smoking until it was down to its core. I dropped the cigarette and smashed out the ashes and fire. I looked blankly at Diggy who was in tears. I past him on the way back to the car and grabbed the files plus my purse. The same guy came back out. I walked back up to him and asked him for a few more cigarettes in front of Diggy. He gladly gave them to me; a whole pack actually and a few more. He gave me some matches and a liter. He must have been able to tell I was first timer. I pulled out my sunglasses and placed them on my face. I walked away from the SUV and to the workplace.  I knew Diggy was hurt but I just didn’t care. My past is coming back to haunt me. I’m starting to re-live it. I should have seen the signs coming anyway. I’m turning into my mother. I’m doing everything she did. I was meant to be this way. I was meant to be alone. I was meant to abandoned and on my own.