Now his habits are rubbing off on his little bro yeah,
but guess what?
Little did he know
that every time he did a line,
every time he lit a joint,
every time he took a shot
he would set the mode,
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Little did harry know, his bad habits were rubbing off on ashton.
Weeks had passed and ashton got a bit curious, he snuck into his brothers room and saw a tin box type shape on his desk. Harry never hid his stuff because no one ever went into his room so he never had anything to worry about.
Ashton took out a small bud and what seemed to be a small packet of a white substance which had to be cocaine, he had once walked in on his brother snorting it so Ashton had a fair idea of what to do.
Ashton felt like he was on cloud nine, it was the best feeling for him, all his problems were in the back of his head and he couldn't care less about anyone else. Alcohol soon consumed him and he was too late to stop.
Ashton became addicted soon after, every single spliff, every line, every single shot, it set the mode.
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Ashton. | {a.i au}
Short Story'In which a boy runs out of things to believe in" 'Yeah I hope that you all feel guilty, Because I'm broken now and you can't heal me, But don't hold your breath because I ain't ever coming back, Sincerely yours Ashton.' © Copyright All Rights Rese...
