Khailah
As the night went on we just chilled in the living room. Everyone was on their phone while Tae was still connected to the speaker. I wasn't as drunk and all I felt was a buzz in my head now.
"Man I need a blunt, or two," M.A said getting up from the couch.
"Khai you wanna do a quick hookah sesh?" Tae asked me and got up as well. I just shrugged my shoulders and followed him downstairs. As we walked to the basement I expected it to be one of those cold unfinished basements with the concrete floor. Instead, it was a nicely furnished game room, bar area, and I'm assuming their hookah room in the back. They had dark chocolate carpet and at the bar hardwood floors.
When we made it to the smoke room I sat down on the soft red cushion. It was one big L shaped sofa. Tae sat on one end and M.A sat near me on the left. Tae stared to set the hookah up and M.a started to roll her blunts. Out of boredom, I decided to check my phone. I had 2 missed calls and a few text messages all from August. 'Damn he did all of that in a matter of seconds,' I thought to myself.
I rolled my eyes and decided to return his call. Since we had low music playing in the room I decided to step out into the game room to talk. I let the FaceTime ring two times before he answered.
"Khailah baby where you at," Aug asked groggily. When he answered the call all you could see was his sleepy eyes and forehead.
"I'm at Tae's house. I texted you and told you I'm sleeping over," I responded. He was lowkey annoying me because he even responded to my text when I said that.
"Yeah I know but it just feels so weird without you laying next to me," he explained.
"I'll be back tomorrow bae and then I'm all yours," I said with a sigh.
"Okay, goodnight,"
"Night," I hung up and walked back into the room. Tae eyed me because he knew I was on the phone with Aug. He told me earlier that he didn't like August because he put his hands on me and that he is a toxic person in my life. I just ignored him because he doesn't know August like I do, and him hurting me was just a misunderstanding I was the wrong one.
By now M.a had already sparked her blunt and started blowing the skunky fumes into the air. I scrunched my nose at the bitter scent. Tae handed me a pipe and started to hit the hookah.
"It's pineapple flavored," he informed me and started recording himself on Snapchat.
I took the pipe and inhaled the sweet vapors in. When I released the smoke I laid my head back on the wall. Maybe Tae is right Aug putting his hands on me was wrong. I mean I know he didn't hit me but him grabbing me on that way could lead to something else.
"Tae you wanna smack this?," M.A asked him snapping me out of my thoughts. Tae shook his head and reached across me to grab the blunt. He inhaled it slowly and let a big cloud.
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Growth| Book 2 of Hurt
FanfictionGrowth is painful. Change is painful. But, nothing is as painful as staying stuck where you do not belong. ~Murthy~ Sequel to Hurt.