Page 427 of The Tempted
The Hell where Kitten wasn’t mine.
I sat on my bike parked in front of Xonerated and waited for Anthony to arrive. I reached into my cut, desperate to take the edge off and pulled out a perfectly rolled joint. I searched the inside pocket of my cut for a lighter and my fingers gripped the lace of Lauren’s panties.
My gift to you. A reminder that dreams come true.
What a fucking nightmare.
I left the panties in my pocket and pulled out the lighter, flicking a flame and lighting up the paper, taking a greedy hit as it burned. I took it from my lips, holding the smoke in, letting it ferment within before exhaling and staring down at the joint in my hand.
Funny how it used to work, how it used to take the edge off and calm my restless ways.
Not this time.
It’s pretty fucking crazy how I went from living life without a care in the world to this shit.
Soon enough my life would go back to the way it used to be.
A life with no worries.
No responsibilities.
Free to do whatever the fuck I wanted, whenever the fuck I wanted.
A life I thought I was meant to live.
One I wanted.
I chose my path.
And here I am, wishing for a motherfucking detour.
Wishing for another way.
Another life.
Regrets?
I had them in spades.
Dreams?
I had those too.
Nightmares?
I’m pretty sure I’m living one right now.
Anthony pulled up in front of the gym and I took another long hit of my joint as he stepped around the car and made his way to my side. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, clipping my joint before tucking it away in my pocket.
“What’s up?” he questioned, crossing his arms against his chest as he scrutinized me.
“Some shit went down today,” I began, blowing out the smoke I held hostage in my lungs.
“Figured that much,” he cautioned, cocking his head to the side, trying to figure me out.
Good luck, brother.
Let me know what you find.
