..:: CANDY ::..

" Why! Why do I have to stop? I love this! I feel alive; I feel like I am flying, I feel GREAT! And so will you if you actually had the balls to actually try it, you sad excuse for a man!” screamed Candy with the joint still in stuck in between her fingers. She was not going to let go and neither was she going to let him take it from her.

            Mike has had enough of her bullshit. He was not going to give in to her addiction, not from the girl whom he had given his heart to. Not now, not anymore. For the first time, he defended his dignity. “Don’t ever tell me what I should do. You’re not even sober enough to look me in the eye. I have had it with your habit. Choose. It is either me or the weed. One has got to go in order for this to work. I’m sorry.”

            Candy was now trying to pull herself up from the couch where she spends most of her days. She was struggling but yet she snickered before screaming. “SCREW YOU! I will not stop anytime soon, you can’t make me stop and NO I will not stop! So baby dear, pack up and start walking, loser! ” she yelled as she stumbled on the accumulated bottles and boxes of food on the floor as she tried to stand up straight while pointing her wobbly arm to the direction of the door.