Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: "M"

Turner's POV

I LIGHT THE BLUNT and take a puff. As the smoke slowly rolls off my lips, I begin to lay back onto my bed. I loved the feeling of being high. It was like swimming in the clouds, and I could stay up in the sky all day.

"Turner!" my Mom yellels from the other room. I take the blunt out of my mouth and cough. Smoke flies everywhere, and I try waving it away.

"What?" I call back. I hear footsteps heading towards my room. I quickly sat up in my bed, and get in a comfortable position.

My door opens, and in appears a dark-skinned woman with long curly hair.

"Yeah mom?" I ask trying not to sound sketchy.

"What the hell did I tell you? Stop smoking in the house! I'm not about to have my house smelling like weed,  she yells.

I laugh and cough at the same time. It was pretty painful. "Dang mama, I'm sorry. I'll smoke in the garage next time, "I lie.

I smoked anywhere I pleased. I didn't care where it was. As long as I had a lighter, I was gonna smoke.

She taps her finger on the frame with her eyebrow raised. "Don't smoke in my house no more Turner Denzel Coaste, "she states. "I mean it."

"Okay."

"Don't okay me. Just don't do it anymore."

She slams the door, and I start to laugh my ass off.

"And wash the damn dishes," I hear her tell me from the hallway.

I grab my phone. I had called Baby multiple times, and there was no answer back. She had freaked out on me after she got a phone call at the hospital, and I wanted to know if she was okay.

I was also worried about Max. He was in a pretty bad condition, and I felt bad. I didn't want anyone dying over drugs. That was a dumb way to die. I didn't do any hardcore stuff, but I did smoke some Mary Jane every so often. I had touched coke once, but it wasn't my thing.

I pull up my messages and text Marco. He was one of my closest friends. He was fourty-two and clean for three years. I looked up to him more than anyone; even my own father.

I didn't like my dad. He and my mom always used to fight. I was glad when they divorced. It was probably one of the best decisions they ever made, aside from giving me life of course.

I text Marco that I was on my way.

Marco: Alright. And heads up, Camile's here.

Me: Damn. On second thought I may not come.

Marco: Boy bring your ass over here. I didn't grill all this food for nothing.

I groan and hop out of the bed. I pick up a shirt from the pile of clothes on my floor and put it on. It was probably dirty, but it smelled okay, so I was good.

I walk in the living room. Mom was on the sofa watching her daytime dramas. I walk pass the TV. She moves her head around me to see.

"Boy, your daddy wasn't made of Windex! And where you going?" she asks.

"Marco's," I answer as I get a piece of gum from her purse. She makes a disapproving noise and lets it go. I grab my keys from the counter and head towards the door.

"You're forgetting something," she clears her throat, looking at me.

I look around. I seemed as prepared as ever. She then cleared her throat again, holding her head to the side. I roll my eyes before walking over and kissing her on the cheek.