Smoke // castano

𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟰𝟳.

𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟰𝟳: 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲
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i stumbled out of the car, still not thinking or seeing straight. i wasn't high, or drunk, crying so much kinda put me in the same frame of mind.

"cmon, take my hand" he stuck out his hand for me to grab

"thanks" i mumbled taking it

"remember it here?" he chuckled acting like it's been years

"i was here like a month ago, vinnie, pretty sure i remember" i sarcastically commented

"your in a mood" he scoffed giving me a look

"so sorry my boyfriend told me he, and every guy, is using me and than left me on the kitchen floor" i rolled my eyes

"HE SAID WHAT??" he raised his voice in frustration

"it's fine, it's fine, he's not here anymore"

"yeah, and he won't be around ever again, do you understand me?"

he grabbed my chin, making me face him. i, once again, felt like i had no control over my life. just a simple movement can make me feel like that.

"i said do you under me?" he said again in a harsher tone

"understand what vinnie"

"your not gonna see him again, he's hurting you" he repeated

"k" i shortly added

i reached into my pocket and grabbed a pair of house keys. i slowly inserted them and opened the door. he was staring like he's never seen me do this before;

"you still keep them on you?" he said in awe

"why wouldn't i? it's my house too" i walked inside taking in the familiar atmosphere

"is that the only reason?" his questions were getting on my nerves

"yeah" i really just wanted to go to my room and lay down, i could barley feel my own feet

"i think you call this your safe place, so whenever you need comfort you come to see me" he grinned

"yeah, no, this house has some of my worst band BEST memories, i come here to see the house, not you"

i left him there in shock. he has such a high ego it's honestly disgusting, maybe mariano wasn't lying. what the hell? this has happened my whole life but know that i know the words to describe it i can't handle it? fucking great y/n, great.

"i'm going upstairs to rest" it was more of a command than a "listen to me"

"where the hell am i gonna sleep?" he asked like he was offended

"in your room?" i asked confused

"we shared a room y/n, remember? we turned your room into a gym?" he was talking to me like i was 3