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“Nope it’s like she just vanished. No one knows shit.”
After taking a healthy swig of his drink, he turns to me and says, “Something don’t sit right. Why Margie? Why now?”
“I know. We just have to keep our eyes out. Something will come up eventually. Guys who do shit like that won’t stay quiet for long.”
“Fuck,” Pops says, eyeing me strangely. “I hope you’re wrong.”
“Me too,” I say before slamming back my shot.
Me too.
Chapter 8
Delaney
The following few days, I try to keep up with homework and stay awake at school. When I’m not knee deep in work of one form or another, I find myself wondering about Maddox.
How old is he? Does he have a girlfriend? Did he sleep with Darcy?
She hasn’t been back since she walked out the door with the two of them. Jon, our boss, was pissed when she missed her shift last night while visions of an orgy danced through my brain.
Maybe she’s still recovering? Gah.
Beyond the bedroom door, I hear Joey’s phone ring and reach for my earbuds as he answers.
Unfortunately, Joey doesn’t understand the concept of inside voices and just listening to him speak grates on my last nerve, but I pause when he says, “She’s fine.”
Is that Mom?
Stepping from the bed, I press my ear to the door, as he continues, “Don’t got much choice Helen, unless you wanna tell her?”
Tell me what?
Although I can only hear his side, I assume from the tenor of his tone that he’s annoyed. I should know, it’s how he sounds every time he speaks to me.
“You know what, Helen? Fuck you. I did this shit cuz you asked. Now I got her all up my ass and for what?”
Huh? What did she ask him to do?
He grumbles something I can’t hear, and I stand before approaching the door.
“Don’t go down that road, Helen,” Joey says, and I close my eyes. “That’s a mess no one needs. Let it alone.”
Leave what alone? Does Joey know she’s in treatment?
Does he know why? What other secrets might they be hoarding between them?
As far as I have seen, Joey doesn’t do hard drugs. Nope, he’s content with his booze and that remote fucking control.
I assume the conversation ends after that because the sound of one of his stupid games fills the void.
What were they talking about?
As far as I know the only thing they have in common is me. Shit, I hope it was something stupid because I don’t know how much more she can endure before she does something she can’t take back.
Fuck.
Wiping the burgeoning tears from my eyes, I turn back to my sandwich.
