Cigarettes

Chapter 11

"LAYLA!!" a loud scream woke me up from my early Wednesday sleep.

I jumped straight in my bed not knowing what has happened and who's calling me. Rubbing my left eye with my fist I realized it's barely 8 in the morning so I let out a loud yawn and stretched in bed in attempt to waken myself up a little.

"LAYLA FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!" I recognized Luke's voice who was probably, judging by the tone of his voice, frustrated about something. I jumped out of the bed putting on my slippers on the way and walked into the living room where Luke's voice came from.

"What is it Luke?" I asked with my morning voice and stretched again.

Luke was running across the whole apartment throwing cushions, blankets and other stuff around the place. He looked like he was trying to find something but obviously couldn't.

"Where's my- have you seen-" he yelled overwhelmingly. "Have you seen a bracelet with black and red perls on it?" he asked, finally looking at me but still walking all over the place.

"A bracelet?" I asked confusedly. "You woke me up at 8 in the morning because you can't find your bracelet?" I whined dragging my legs closer to where Luke was.

"Just fucking tell me if you've seen it!!" Luke yelled angrily, opening his arms in fury. "I need it fucking now!!"

My eyes widened and I walked over to the kitchen counter where a huge, black ash-tray was.

"Jesus, relax. Why do you need it so much?" I asked with my voice being barely louder than a whisper.

"Something's in its charms that I need. Now!!" he hurriedly explained, a look of hope in his eyes when he realized I was digging through the ash-tray where we put all sorts of small items that would otherwise get lost; such as keys, rings, batteries, watches and- bracelets.

I took out his bracelet and threw it towards him, him catching it and shoving it deep into his pocket. He looked like he's had a shock or something. Why could a simple bracelet possibly be so important to a teenage boy?

"Are there drugs in it?" I asked, a question floating in my head and accidentally slipping out before I could realize.

Luke gazed at me for a couple of second and then turned around to leave the apartment.

"That's none of your business." he mumbled harshly under his breath, grabbed his jacket and stormed outside, again.

I was getting so sick of him always yelling at me like I'm not even a person. He has no sense of human feelings what so ever. I wished he was always drunk or with kids because that seemed to be the only time he was actually nice. Other times he just smoked, yelled at me or just be angry in general. I started preferring when I was left home alone, with him being wherever he went every damn morning.

I picked up my phone to check my messages and just when I was about to text my mum, her name appeared on my phone screen with the custom melody playing, letting me know she's calling me.

"Mum!" I said excited, not even noticing she's calling really early.

"Baby" my mum smiled and coughed a bit. "I'm just calling you to tell you I've been in a small car accident. It's nothing horrible, I have a small concussion. The nice lady here let me secretly call you because I should be resting right now." my mum said and my heart skipped a beat.

"M- mum? What car accident? Are you going to be okay? Where are you?" a stream of questions went out of my mouth as I felt the chills come all over my arms and legs. "Mum I'm coming right away, which hospital are you in?" I asked, not letting her answer any of my previous questions.