Need

"Pass us the mix, love" Seth groaned as though it was the tenth time he had asked. How unnecessary, he's always so god damn rude. I looked into my lap and passed over the gold and black chopping bowl which held the ground up weed. Seth took it in his hand before enclosing the small gap between us, his lips pressed onto mine, softly at first, but then more hungrily in time, he passionately bit my lip and then pulled away leaving me hanging.

"Thanks love" he mumbled to himself as he began to pack his cone. Ass hole.

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The drug trade isn't something any father wants to see their little girl fall into, unfortunately for Sibelle that was the entirety of her future. After being pushed away by everyone who loved her, and transferred into a share home Sibelle's unstable mentality began to sink lower than ever, she became more and more involved in drugs and as a result became a dead soul who was screaming for revival.