Blaze Davis is the girl in the shadows. The one no one notices but if given a chance, could light up your world with a personality as unique as the scars adorning her body like damaged armour. She has secrets no one knows and hidden beneath that mas...
"Maybe I was scared of trusting you because no matter how much I tried, there was always something that I ended up losing. And you were something I wanted to keep"
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After Blaze left, Bree and I just stood there and she gave me a worried look. No one was saying anything and it was getting frustrating.
I sighed and stomped towards my car, with Bree trailing behind. "Raf, will you tell me what's wrong" she said. "It's none of your business. I don't want to talk about it" I spoke angrily. She didn't get the idea though.
She grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around. She spoke to me like I was a child "I want to talk about it, so tell me why you're so riled up. I've never seen you angry since Mum.." At the mention of her, I felt livid once again. "Stop talking about her for fuck's sake. That woman is not worthy of being called my Mother. For me, she's just Teresa. So, shut the fuck up and get in the car and don't speak a word on the way home" I yelled at her. Her face instantly fell and I felt a pang of guilt for getting angry.
I slammed the door once I reached the car and I felt Bree enter the car after me. The atmosphere was tense and I gripped the steering wheel trying to calm myself down. "I'm sorry" I apologized to her and she gave me a small smile. "I should be sorry for bringing her up. I know you're still sensitive about her and you'll talk when you're ready". I nodded and we were on the way home.
Neither one of us bothered to speak after that, and once we reached home, we went to our separate bedrooms. The tension between us was still thick and I felt guilty for it. We never usually fought for real, just the playful banter here and there. She was an amazing twin and she was always there for me at my lowest. I felt like a prick for telling her off.
I needed to cool myself down after today. My thoughts drifted off to Blaze. I barely knew the girl, but the look in her eyes when that bastard raced off led me to worry if she would be alright. I paced the room back and forth. My head started to hurt and the torrent of thoughts circling my mind wasn't helping.
I decided to call up my dealer, Christoph. He dealt me some good shit that helped take my mind off the shithole I called my life. I needed some hard drugs right now. I was on the verge of snapping someone's neck like a twig. Presumably the fucker that punched me today.
Christoph picked up the phone as soon as I called. What can I say, he was an efficient dealer. "Hey Chris" I greeted him. "Yo Raf. What's it gonna be today, the usual?" He asked. "Nahh I need some hard shit today" He chuckled. "I got some Molly, Z-Bars, LSD, Crystal Meth. You name it and I'll send it your way". Bree didn't know I was back on drugs and I wanted to keep it that way.
