63. Drugs

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Omal: Jake get up
Jake: (he groaned) fuck off
Omal: Jake get up now
Jake: go away (he groaned)
Omal: JACOB
Jake: (he groaned) SHUT THE FUCK UP (he pulled the pillow over his head)
Omal: Jake get up or I'll drag you out
Jake: ugh (he groaned and got up) what
Omal: did you punch your brother
Jake: Jamal
Omal: yes
Jake: this is what you woke me up for (he put his sweatpants on) why do you care
Omal: why did you hit him
Jake: he was getting in my face
Omal: so you slept with the girl he liked
Jake: i slept with her because she liked me and she was into me and not him I'm not a bitch dad i only did it because i knew he had no chance (he sprayed himself) i slept with her because she wanted to sleep with me so i told her that I'd only do it if she was nice to my little brother
Omal: Jake there are no words for that
Jake: yeah but I'm always the bad guy (he rolled his eyes and went downstairs)

Jake was downstairs with the rest of his family and Omal was upstairs

Daisy: Jake you coming for a cig
Jake: yeah just let me get my cigs (he went up to his room) what the fuck (he searched for his cigarettes and went downstairs) WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY
Daisy: where's what
Jake: my cigarettes (he saw Jamal smirking) you think this is funny
Jamal: no
Jake: did you take them
Jamal: n-
Jake: DID YOU FUCKING TOUCH THEM
Kayla: he said no Jake
Jake: (he ran his hands through his hair) fuck (he looked at his mom) please mom (he played with his hair) go buy me some cigarettes mom please
Lisa: no Jake I've told you and daisy about smoking
Jake: i need them (he searched through the draws) you have to have some lying around
Daisy: Jake I've got none, you've got none, we can't smoke
Jake: no I'm smoking (he sat on the sofa) ugh i can't be in here
Omal: go to your room I'm locking you in there
Jake: great i don't wanna come out anyway (he went to his room)

In Jakes room

Omal: Jake
Jake: just fuck off and let me leave
Omal: Jake just let me talk to you properly
Jake: buy me some cigarettes and then I'll let you talk
Omal: I'm not buying you cigarettes
Jake: then fucking let me out
Omal: your not going to ruin this family anymore than you have so your staying in here
Jake: WATCH ME LEAVE THEN (he started punching his door and picked his lock and went downstairs)
Lisa: Jake stop slamming doors
Jake: I'm having a withdraw mom i need to smoke (he rubbed his head) ouch

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