A mind that lies

Steven had a problem.

Drugs.

But, he was not above lying to himself.

Or to anyone else who fell for his sob stories.

“Please Cheryl,” he said.

Cheryl stood in the corner of the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Please, I’m begging you.” he said

She looked up at him.

Her jaw clenched, fists bunched, but when she looked at his face, she didn’t see a 32 year old man.

She saw her baby brother.

“Allright, fucks sake Steven, but I haven’t got the cash on me now.” she said

Steven moved to hug her, but she walked straight past him into the living room.

“I’ll be back” she shouted over her shoulder.

He flicked the kettle on, as the door closed. Phone already in hand to call his dealer.

It was all he could do to stop himself shaking.

Remi picked up at the first ring.

“Hello mate, usual?” he said

“Yes mate, yeah. I’m with my sisters. Can you drop it round here?”

“No problem mate, be 5 minutes.” Remi said and hung up.

Now in drug dealer lingo, 5 minutes can mean anywhere from half an hour to hours later.

Or even being completely forgotten about.