13 - Fallin'

~Trey’s Point of View~

“I feel like … I need to do something big. But she’ll also be pissed at me if I do something big. I’m all twisted up,” I said, dropping my head on the table.

“Women,” Slade said, taking a drag of his joint.

He rarely smoked weed, but he’d been stressed lately with all his businesses. He was stretched pretty thin. I kept telling him to--

“Hey! I have an idea,” I said, snatching his joint and taking a drag. It was like a light went off in my mind.

He just shook his head and took a sip of his whiskey. It was 2 o’clock on Wednesday and I’d barely gotten more than a couple vague texts from Bailey so far this week. I wasn’t sleeping, I was losing my shit.

Juliet offered to go talk to her, but I decided against it.

“Well…” Slade finally said, when I didn’t respond. The weed was working, I was gonna let that happen first.

“Her mom! I should go talk to her, don’t ya think,” I said, running my fingers through my hair.

We had a meeting set up for Friday, with a n