“Urrrgh!” Adrienne scratched at her skin with ragged nails, trying to irradiate a phantom itch that was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
‘I need a cigarette so bad,’ Adrienne thought. ‘Try to watch T.V. Distract yourself.’
Punching the buttons of the remote with her thumb, Adrienne scanned the T.V. guide, desperate to find anything with the power to pull her mind away from smoking. Shows about pawning old crap. News. Game shows. Countryfile for heavens’ sake! It was hopeless. Nothing would work.
‘One last cig won't hurt,’ thought Adrienne, ‘Zach will never find out I broke his rules.’
She assured herself she would shower after, scrub off every trace of the smell, and vigorously clean her teeth before chewing an entire pack of gum. It would be like it’d never even h
