I'm Not Of This World

Chapter 23: From every angle

Trigger warning: mentions of illegal substances

ARNOLD DAVIS

*2 weeks later*

"It was you, right?" Lucas questions me

I'm sitting with Lucas on his front porch.

He offers me the blunt that's in between his fingers with his brows raised.

I look at it, the juicy temptation that looks at me with pleading eyes.

It has been months since I've touched this thing, and neither placed it in between my lips.

I think the reason is that I haven't been surrounded by people who took it, and so it reduced the want to take it.

But these days, I have been so tempted because of Lucas.

He smokes from time to time, and I'm mostly around when he does, and each time, the scent of this intoxicating thing makes its way up my nasal cavity, I'm tempted to just take a hefty puff.

"Uh, I have no idea what you talkin' bout."

I push his hand away, the hand that contained the blunt.

He looks at me with confusion. Both his brows lifted and hands stretched out.

"Your body language aint' doing you any justice bro," he places the blunt down away from sight.

I sigh

Talking about this is hard. I am not sure if I will ever forgive myself for what I did. I could've killed him. Those punches were deadly, can't lie.

I am grateful at some point as well because he didn't snitch on me.

"Okay, fine. It was me." Wandering my eyes everywhere but Lucas' face

He takes a hefty puff and exhaling it in my face

Scrunching up my nose in disgust.

"I still think you need this," he offers the weed blunt once more

"So you hate me now?" Ignoring his offer

"No bro, not gon' lie you made my little brother gain a stronger heart." He laughs

I look over to him, seeing it is really amusing  to him, definitely not how I expected him to react at all.

Throwing a sly smile to make things less awkward, instead it made him stop laughing.

I clear my throat

"How about mikayla?" He raises a brow

Ah, mikayla,

Mikayla has turned into someone i no longer recognise.

She hardly speaks to me, giving me the cold shoulder. She is always in her room and barely interacts with our parents.

It has been hell for me the past few weeks already, and her giving me the silent treatment made it worse.

I haven't felt good of myself ever since that night. I was making progress in my relationship with God, but I have been relapsing ever since.

Before that day, It was six months of no violent contact and no drugs.

But everything I was building got destroyed in a matter of minutes that day.