daddy issues

VI - HOW MUCH IT MATTERS

HOW MUCH IT MATTERS

He cried.

So much that his hands were shaking and barely allowed him to lit the cigarette he held between his index and middle fingers.

When the girl finally showed up, she only needed one glare at him to take the cigarette and lighter from him and lit the cancer-stick for him.

He thankfully took it, gave her a weak smile and placed it between his lips. When he finally sucked the nicotine into his lungs, he suddenly felt relaxed, like he could think again.

"You know that those are bad for you, right?" She mumbled behind him. He opened his eyes -he couldn't even remember when he closed them- and nodded his head to her.

He knew.

"Can I have one?" She quietly asked.

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because those are bad for you" He answered in her thone, a little annoyed. He wasn't crying anymore.

"Please" She begged.

He tossed away his own, not caring about the environment. "I said no!" He took a step closer her, screaming out the words and almost spat in her pretty face.

He could tell that he scared her from the way she held up her skinny arms to protect herself. She thought that he was about to hit her, and he regretted the yelling.

He let out a sigh, opened the package and handed her a cigarette along with the lighter. It was his way to say 'sorry'.

She hesitantly took them both from his hands. A satisfied smile appeared to her lips when she lit it and inhaled whatever shit that the cigarette contained.

When she had smoked about the half, he took it right from her mouth and placed it in the corner of his own. He had already smoked way too much for that day, but he didn't want her to get hurt, and it felt like a waste to throw away what's left.

"Why'd you do that?" She frowned.

"He looked at the sky, avoiding her eyes. "You matter too much, don't question it"

She didn't.