Mel’s been in the bathroom longer than needed, and I know she knows I’m aware of what’s going down in there. She’s got a stash. I’m pretty sure it’s not blow, because she’s more than skeeted up; she’s overly wired and teetering on sketchy. Jesse looked like he was jacked on meth. And if that’s what she’s on, then she’s not coming down for a long while. Only thing I can do is keep her from getting bored, going out and doing something that might get her hurt, until she comes down. Which won’t be pretty. My own cravings are through the freaking roof. Just knowing she has a bag of something in there is causing my hands to slick with sweat. My stomach to roil with cramps. It’s for just this reason I choose to be a loner. I should have kept it that way. I’m two seconds from walking out the door, needing to put my fist through something, when Mel exits the bathroom. “Don’t look at me like that,” she says. “We were getting somewhere. Don’t ruin it.” I exhale, so tired my bones ache.
