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Chapter 7 - Connor

Chapter 7 - Connor

 

“Morning, beautiful,” I woke up to a man's voice. Mark’s voice. I opened my eyes and Mark was sat on the arm of the sofa and was looking at me innocently. It nearly made me fall off the sofa,

 

“Mark, don’t do that,” I snapped. I sat up quickly and Mark let out a small laugh.

 

“Well, you shouldn’t have kept your door unlocked then,” he laughed. I sighed and got up off the sofa. I needed a fag. I went over to the kitchen area and...Wait...Where were my fags?

“Looking for something?” I turned around quickly to face Mark, who was sat there grinning. Mark had done something. I could always tell when Mark had done something.

 

“Mark, what have you done?” I asked quickly. Mark laughed and stood up, then walked over to me, looking proud of himself. Too proud of himself.

 

“Oh, did I forget to tell you? You’re quitting smoking!” I glared at him for a second before looking round the room. No, no no. I was not quitting. I had smoked since I were twelve, why the hell would i quit now.

 

“No, I’m not,” I started to move around the room, in search for my fags and lighters. Even the one in my leather jacket pocket was gone.

 

“Yeah, you are,” I turned around again and glared at Matt. He had my fags.

 

“Give them back,” I snarled. Mark leant against the kitchen counter and let out a laugh.

 

“No, we’re going to go to the pharmacy to get you some nicotine stuff,” I shook my head then ran my hand through my hair, biting my lip.

 

“You know, I’ll just buy more fags and lighters,” I said. I sat on the sofa and crossed my arms to be stubborn. I wasn’t going to quit. I enjoyed smoking far too much.

 

“With what money? Plus if I see you with a fag or lighter, I will punch you in the mouth,” I narrowed my eyes at Mark but he kept smiling, still looking proud of himself.

 

“You’re a real dick,” I snapped. Mark continued smiling and grabbed his car keys off of my coffee table.

 

“Yep. Now come on, lets go,” I groaned but I followed him. Mark was clever, that was why I hated him. I sat in the passenger seat in his car and crossed my arms, “Oh, stop sulking like a child, Connor,” Mark muttered. I glared over to him and thought of all the fags I could have. God. I missed them already,

 

“You’ve watched me smoke since you met me, and I was fourteen then. Why make me quit now?” I snapped. Mark glanced over to me and smirked.

 

“You’ve always got a fag in your mouth. Plus, I watched a documentary on smoking and the effects, so, I don’t want you doing it any more,” I rolled my eyes and leant my head on the window.

 

“You treat me like a kid, Mark. I can make my own choices,” I mumbled. Mark let out a small laugh, so I turned to look at him quickly.

 

“Then why are you acting like a kid. You’re quitting, whether you like it or not,” I decided not to answer him. I didn’t want to quit. I loved smoking. It was just my habit. It was part of me. You know me, you just always expect me to have a fag in my mouth.

 

When Mark parked outside the pharmacy I glared at it. I didn’t want a patch or spray. I wanted the real thing. “Come on, Connor,” I made a noise to show my irritation then followed Mark in the pharmacy. “Hello,” Mark practically dragged me to the front counter where a friendly woman stood.

 

“Do you need any help today?” She asked.

 

“No, we’re just leaving,” I told her. Mark grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

 

“We need something to make quitting smoking as easy as possible,” the woman smiled as Mark spoke.

 

“Who is the one quitting?”  She asked. Mark smiled and pointed to me. “How long have you been smoking?” She asked. I coughed a little then looked at her.

 

“Six years,” I said quietly. The woman looked concerned then leant on the counter a little.

 

“Right okay. Well, I think patches would be most effective for you,” she said.

 

“Then I’ll get them,” she put them on the counter and Mark payed for them, then we went back out of the store.

 

“Take off your jacket,” Mark told me. I sighed but took my jacket off. Mark got one of the patches out of the packet and pushed it on my arm. Ugh, this was going to be hard.

 

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I flopped on the sofa and put my arm over my eyes. Fags. Fags. Fags. They sounded too tempting. The patch was crap.

 

Fags. Fags. Fags. Stop it, Connor. You can live without them. Ugh, who was I kidding. I definitely couldn’t live without them. Just buy a fag. No, Mark will kill you.

 

Who was he to decide what I did and what I didn't do? Well, fuck him. I stood up and thought about whether to go out and buy a pack or not. I didn't have much money at all, and soon Carl would be back. I guess the fags would kill me eventually, but, I'd probably get killed by someone else before that happened. 

Screw it. I was buying a pack. I didn't give a shit what Mark thought. I grabbed money from my kitchen drawer and left the flat, locking the door behind me.

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I stood outside the shop and put one of the fags in my mouth, then lit it. Oh, it tasted good. I closed my eyes and puffed out the smoke, feeling releaved. I couldn't quit smoking.

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Verrrry short chapter but enjoy! The next one will be longer :3