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“I’m telling you, I walked in and I was, like, oh shit. They were in the kitchen the last I saw them. Didn’t you see them upstairs?” Ed asked.
We looked to each other. We hadn’t seen Wick at all. Which meant if he wasn’t on the main floor, or in the basement…
“That motherfucker,” Fitz swore, reaching the same conclusion I already had. “This time I really am going to kill him.”
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Fitz
There was no time to think. No time to consider the consequences. Gigi was here at a party where there was drinking, most likely drugs, and with Wick. A guy I knew to be a douchebag. A guy I suspected of running a betting ring for freshman virgins.
I told myself, as I ran up the stairs of the basement, that Gigi was smarter than Wick. She knew how to play him, how to keep him at bay. It’s doubtful too she would have drunk anything he gave her.
Our parents had drilled into us the rules about drinking in public. They knew we were going to do it, so they taught us how to be careful. Especially Gi.
I did a quick once over of the living room and dining room and didn’t see either of them. I wasn’t going to take the time to stop in the kitchen. If Chas had seen Gigi, he would have told me before Ed.
I raced up the center staircase. I’d been to Chas’s home many times before. All of the bedroom doors were closed. Because Chas didn’t want people in them, or because they were already occupied, I didn’t know. I considered who Wick was and tried the master suite first.
It was locked. I didn’t hesitate to put my weight behind my next push and the door snapped open. The lock nothing more than a minor deterrence.
It took a few seconds to process what I was seeing. Wick with Gi in his arms. She looked to be nearly unconscious as he was leaning over the bed touching her face. I could hear the pounding of footsteps behind me, shouting at me. Calling my name.
Wick turned at the shouts and saw me in the doorway. In three strides, I was beside him, pulling him off the bed and slamming him against the wall.
“What did you do to her?” I raged. Lifting my fist, I brought it down on his face.
He crumpled to the floor and held his hands up over his head.
“Wait,” he cried out, his eyes watering from the pain. “It’s not what you think. I swear.”
Ed caught me under my arms and physically moved me away from Wick.
“Gigi!” Beth was leaning over her. Slapping her cheeks gently to stir her. I moved Beth aside and looked down at my sister.
Had she overdosed on something?
“I need to get her to the hospital,” I insisted. I was bending down to pick her up when she stirred, and her eyes opened.
“Fitz?”
“Gigi!” I barked. “Tell me what you took. What did he give you?”
“I was just so tired,” she said. “I had a few beers. And I took E but all it did was make me sleepy.”
I laid her back down on the bed and turned back to Wick.
He shrunk down again and held his hands up over his head. “I swear she drank two beers. That’s all. She said she was tired so I told her she could come up here and lay down. That’s it!”
“Show me the pills,” I growled.
Wick reached into his jeans and took out a small bag of white pills. “It’s just E. And it’s not even a good batch. You don’t get any kind of high from it.”
I took the bag, bloody from his fingers, and held it up.
“Let me see,” Beth said reaching for the bag. She took out a pill and looked at it. Then she let out a humorless laugh.
“It’s not Ecstasy,” she said. “Reen knew. How did she know?”
