A Second Chance | Fadie

Chapter 30

Unspoken Truth

Sadie's POV:

"3, 2, 1!" Millie chants as the four of us down a shot of tequila.

The harsh taste burns my throat as I cringe and cough. I'm not drunk, definitely not. Even after 4 hours of watching them all down different, expensive and cheap alcohol. I'm not too sure what it is about today, I can't decide if I want to be sober or completely smashed. Finn seems a bit with it then Noah and Millie, but those two are do or die when it comes to drinking. It's hard to keep up with them sometimes.

"Hey, I'm just going to get some fresh air." I whisper to Finn as he laughs with Millie and Noah.

He flashes me a small, intoxicated smile before turning his head back to the other two. I quickly stand up from the couch and walk past the kitchen. I briefly look back at the group of three, seeing if they can or can't see me. I know they could if they were really paying attention, but their heads are up in the clouds right now, I'm their last focus. I take a small breath in and sighing out, walking behind the countertop and getting the pack of cigarettes from out of the drawer. I peak my head over slightly as I take two out of the packet. I take the two lose sticks and tucking one behind each ear, taking my hair and putting it over my ears to cover them. My eyes stay glued on the rest of the group as I blindly chuck the packet away and disappear upstairs. My legs ache from the constant up and down because of Millie's stairs. I walk towards Millie's room, then turning to the left and going to her mother's room. Her mom has a balcony, makes more sense to smoke of their and my excuse of 'fresh air' too. I slightly turn the doorknob, knowing that she's not home anyways. The door quietly squeaks open as the slow setting sunlight seeps through the sheer curtains. I slowly and carefully step in, shutting the door behind me and making my way through her room. I walk past her perfectly made, king-sized bed with the light grey walls that surround it. The platinum TV that seems to be better at collecting dust then actually being turned on. It looks more like a display room then an actual bedroom. I walk over to the full-length windows, pulling the sheer curtains away from the sliding door handle. I wouldn't know if its locked or not to be honest, I'm hoping it's not. I flick the latch with my thumb, thankfully enough it goes up and I slide the door open. The cool air makes my dry eyes sting as I step outside feeling the cold wood beneath my feet. I take one cigarette away from behind my ear and put it between my fingers. I tap around my pockets but realise I forgot a lighter.

"Fuck." I let out quietly.

I step back inside of the room, walking over to Mrs. Brown's bedside table. Sure, it's not polite to go through people's belongings, but it's different when you know what you're looking for. I pull open the drawer and rummage through the lose papers and cigarette butts that found a home in the unused space.

"Ah ha!" I whisper as a smile creeps across my lips.

I hold the small, purple lighter in front of my eyes, flicking it on to see if it worked. The flame shot up out of the tip as I smile.

"Today must be my lucky day."

I close the drawer and make my way back out to the balcony. It overlooks a kind of, bush area. It's beautiful in my opinion, but both Millie and Mrs. Brown never liked it. I place the stick between my lips as I light the tip, drawing back and indulging my lungs with the toxic fume. I quickly tie my hair back, no one is around so who's going to see the other cigarette, right? I inhale the excess smoke that lingered in my mouth before shortly blowing out in the open space around me. I walk over to the edge of the railing, leaning my front side against it and I listen to the leaves clash together. I don't know how Millie copes with her mom gone all the time, my mom has been missing for maybe a week or so and I feel as if I'm going insane. Better yet, I have somewhat communication with my father. Millie hasn't seen her dad in almost 9 years, nor has she even got a text or a card over that space of time too. I continue to drown in my overwhelming thoughts as my lungs inhale and exhale the smoke I introduce it too.