Cigarettes

Chapter 21

Guysss Luke got her a corkscrew because last time they wanted to open a bottle of wine he had to smash it into the door frame because there was no other way to open the bottle rememberrrrrr:(

Onto the story..
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I barely put the key in the keyhole of our apartment due to the darkness outside.

It's been three days since Christmas and so today I decided to go out with Lisa. We first went shopping and then clubbing for a bit, but nothing like the last time. Luke had left outside in the morning like he always does but I didn't bother waiting for him.

Unlocking the door I walked inside just to find a huge cloud of smoke hardening my breathing.

"What the-" I asked but my coughing stopped me from finishing the sentence. "Luke?" I called squinting through the smoke in order to find him.

His head snapped up from the kitchen counter where he was practically laying on.

As I walked closer he stood up from his chair, practically running towards me with fury on his face. When he came close enough for me to see him clearly, I noticed his eyes were red.

But not from smoking. He looked really upset.

"What's happening?" I asked with my voice shaking the slightest bit.

"It's 1 fucking am." Luke hissed at me and I winced. "I left today in the morning and I come back and you're not home and I call you and you don't fucking pick up your fucking phone!!" Luke hissed in a furious tone and I couldn't help but feel intimidated.

"I was out with Lisa." I tried to keep calm and walked away to open the windows. "Jesus, my eyes hurt from all this smoke. How many have you smoked? Five boxes?" I asked annoyed.

"Why didn't you tell me where you are?" Luke didn't want to drop the subject as he followed me around the apartment.

"Why did you smoke so much?" I asked back, not answering his question.

"Answer me!" he yelled and I gazed at him in disgust.

"No." I declined and that seemed to make him even more furious. "I won't answer any of your questions until you promise that you will stop smoking this much." Putting my chin up I crossed my arms.

Wow, when did I become so brave?

"Why the hell do you mind me smoking so much?!" Luke yelled frustratedly, "It's killing me, not you!"

I looked at him and couldn't form words. Did he smoke because he knew it's unhealthy and that it's damaging his health? Did he want to die?

"I breathe the smoke too, Luke!" I said louder than my normal voice. "And I hate it!"

"Well we can't always get what we want, can we?" Luke yelled and I could see veins on his neck popping out.

We were standing about 10 foot one from another and we both kept staring at each other.

"Stop being a fucking dick!" I waved my arms frustratedly, desperately trying to make the Luke from two days ago come back.

He took the cigarette and put it into his mouth. Then he walked a few steps towards me, took a smoke and blew it into my face.

I was already on the edge of my nerves and I had some alcohol in my system so I couldn't stop myself before I slapped him.

"I hate you." I said but my voice broke in the middle of the sentence as my eyes got watery. Tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes so I turned around and locked myself into the bathroom.