Chapter 27

Tate

Tammy looks pale, who wouldn’t after having so much alcohol in her system not to mention the drugs? Jesus, it’s bad. So bad. Yet her mood isn’t as down and low as both Lilly and I thought it would be.

“I just feel shit guys.” She’s saying as she sits on her double bed with fluffy white pillows propping her up. Her legs are bent and she has her right leg crossed over her left leg. Her toned and tanned legs peek out from her denim cut off shorts. Her blonde hair and she has a lot of it, is sitting on top of her head in a messy bun.

“Don’t you feel anything? Like anger, like you want to beat the living crap out of that guy?” I ask her as I sit next to her on the bed, Lilly is at the foot of the bed facing us. She’s resting against the brass and iron bed end looking more mournful than Tammy who has just gone through hell and back.

“Not really. It’s happened what can I say. My folks are flying in, they’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning.” I’m sensing that she doesn’t give a sh