@tornparts
“ Hop off my dick , would ya ??” A mouth full of smoke and cancer bared it’s teeth at Kyle ; His hand was smacked away without care as he held his cigarette at a further distance . “ You don’t see me bitching at you for how trashed you’ve gotten at some of your stupid parties . And I’m the one who has to make sure your dumb - ass gets into bed before ma catches you fallin’ all over yourself .” Tate had his VICES , make no mistake ; They came in the form of pills and powder , numbing agents that helped dull down the ever increasing pain inside his head . But he’d never grown the taste for alcohol . The smell of it reminded it of his mother’s morning wine - breath , and that set him off . “ I’m not going to quit smoking . You might as well save your breath .”









