Sophie Wilson is a girl from a small town who doesn't take shit from anyone. Her and her ex-bestfriend Hayden Parker had a falling out so she befriended his sister. They fight and argue over every little thing. She spends most of her days and nights...
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I'm sitting on a sectional that is crowded so tight you can't even fit a ninety-five pound freshman on here. There is a blunt making it's way towards me from the other end of the couch. I have no clue where Olivia,Theo and Hayden are. After leaving him hot and bothered in the kitchen,I lost track.
I'm slouched between two of the football players, who had their tongues on my tits earlier. I watch as the blunt is getting closer to me. Each person takes a drag and passes it to the next person. I know I'm not supposed to smoke because of my asthma but it looks really tempting right now.
I need something to numb the pain. My body aches. It hurts and I just want it to stop. I watch as their fingers clamp down onto the rolled paper. If I do take a hit i would be risking a asthma attack and possible death. Second hand smoke is even dangerous with my asthma. Maybe this is just what I needed. Maybe if I just take one hit all the pain will go away.
Maybe I won't wake up tomorrow.
I won't have to hurt ever again. I could go without this agony and suffering. My heart throbs thinking about how my father treats me. He does apologize once he realizes he did something wrong. He doesn't mean to hurt me. I would miss him, but I wouldn't miss the way he treated me. The boy next to me grasps ahold of the joint taking a drag filling his lungs.
He reaches his arm out holding it in front of me. I pinch it inbetween my two fingers. The tip sticky, caused by the girls who are wearing lip gloss that took at hit before me. I'm holding the thing in my hand that could set me free. The second hand smoke already making my chest feel heavy.
I stare at the joint between my fingers watching the smoke rise into the foggy room. I move it slowly towards my lips as the people around me make conversation and the boy next to me has his arm slung over my shoulders. The round, rolled paper rests between my dry, cracked lips. I began to inhale closing my eyes, when someone forcefully pulls it from between my lips.
I feel the small amount of smoke I did get enter my lungs. I keep my eyes closed and lean my head back against the large, muscular arm behind me. The burning feeling in my chest, lungs and throat causing me to cough. As I began coughing I hear a couple laughs and smart remarks around the room. My eyes are closed but I feel someone grip my wrist pulling me Into a standing position. I sway on my feet feeling uneasy about standing after drinking so much.
I feel another cough rising in my throat as I release it into my elbow. "Are you all fucking stupid? She has asthma" the voice of Hayden floats into my ears as I finally open my eyes, seeing him standing there with a furious look on his face. The joint pitched between his fingers, as he tightens his jaw. He extinguished the joint in a near by beer bottle. Inflicting some unaprovoing groans from the people on the sectional.
I looked at his sharp jawline as he stares at me with rage in his eyes. I cough into my elbow as he grabs my other arm draging me towards the door. One of the bruises my father left on me in the same vicinity. Making me wince slightly as his fingers dig into the already discolored flesh of my upper arm. I squint my eyes shut letting out a little wimper, followed by a cough, followed by a weeze.
