I walked outside the house and sat on the curb. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Don't look at me like that. Both my parents were dead, and I lived in a crime den.
Of course I smoked. It was the only thing that would take the edge off of the shitshow that was my life. I never did drugs or drank, but I did smoke cigarettes. I tried that vaping shit, but it didn't give the same feeling.
I was just about done with my cigarette when Mel sat down next to me on the curb and lit up a cigarette of her own. "I'm sorry. We shouldn't have fucked in your room. It was shitty. But there weren't any open rooms and he's the boss, so, yeah."
"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. It's like you said. He's the boss. It just pisses me off that he's so disrespectful to me. Of my boundaries, of my privacy, of everything," I said.
