It seemed, for fucking once, life had cut the Ellison sisters a break.
I woke up with the worst headache of my life. I’d been going hard for a week straight and finally managed to pass out. I gripped my head and yelled for Lucy.
“What?” It was obvious she’d found my personal stash; her pupils were blown.
“Get me some water. Bring me my pipe. If you smoked more than I gave you, you’re fucked.”
“Whatever.” My phone buzzed on her bedside table, and I reached for it as she walked in with the water and my fix.
“How long was I out?”
“Night before last.”
“Fuck.”
I opened my phone to see the damage. I was responsible for too much supply. I knew it would take a couple of days to catch up.
I sorted through the endless mess of texts when I saw Derek’s.
11:00 p.m.
Heads up, they’re on the move, and Cedric is with them.
11:15 p.m.
Where the fuck are you?
11:30 p.m.
Answer my goddamn call. I think they are on their way to Dyer. They just hit the interstate.
12:00 a.m.
What the fuck, Laz?
1:00 a.m.
Stay or go, man?
2:00 a.m.
I’m three hours behind, now answer the phone!
Fuck it, I’m coming.
I shot out of bed as a fist landed on the front door.
“Jesus, what now?” Lucy said as she reached the door and eyed the peephole. I knocked her out of the way and ripped it open to see Derek with his fist up, ready to hammer again.
“Finally, man, what the fuck!” He was strung out and smelled like garbage. I had no doubt he’d smoked everything I sent with him, and his main reason for coming back was for more.
Everyone’s favorite drug was more.
He palmed his greasy blond hair off of his forehead. “Gotta foil?”
I clenched my fists. “Where are they?”
Derek barreled through the door and barked at Lucy. “Get me something to drink.”