Chapter 6

I hated myself for being there, but honestly, I wasn’t sure where else to go.

Therapy, a snide part of myself remarked, but I shook it off. Alex was a good person, understood things and made sure I never dropped off the edge. I was as scared of medication as I was of drugs and Alex was the only barrier between us. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to supply me and keep watch while I consumed it. Alex was trustworthy.

The door swung open and I could smell the smoke already.

“Aye, Lucifer!”

“Lilith,” I grumbled. “Why do you always forget?”

“When it hits that good”—She rolled the joint between her fingers—“you don’t need good memory.”

I forgot to mention that I had only ever attempted to do drugs once, but I chickened out and ran away. Alex had laughed about it for weeks. I rolled my eyes at her laugh, a deep rumble from her belly. If it wasn’t for her long, messy brown hair, she could’ve easily been mistaken for a teenage boy with that voice of hers.

But really, though, she had a terrible me