I fish Dean’s phone from his pocket, along with a cellophane wrapper of four white pills and small baggie of heroin.
“Jesus, Dean.”
How could he do this to himself?
To Caroline.
To me!
“Aw fuck,” Dani’s panicked voice echoes around me and I twist my head to see her pale, sunken face.
She looks almost as bad as he does, only she’s conscious.
Shuffling inside the small space, she kneels down next to me. “I fucking told him to ease up.”
“Wait, you’ve been here with him?”
“Yeah, I had to run out real quick.”
I grow suspicious as her eyes fall to my hands, raising one brow then licking her lips as she shifts in place. “He had that on him?”
“Yes,” I answer, tucking it inside my pocket. “We have to call an ambulance.”
Her hand slams down on mine, snatching the phone from my hand. “No! He could go to jail.”
“Are you crazy? He could die!” I shout, reaching for the phone.
She holds it away from me. “He probably just got a hold of some pure. Chill the fuck out.” She places a thumb on his chin, tugging his mouth open before lifting his eyelids. “He’ll be fine.”
“How do you know that?”
“This ain’t the first time he’s pulled this shit.”
Oh my God.
She unties the shoestring wrapped around his bicep, carefully removing the syringe from his hand. “Give it to me,” she says, getting to her feet.
“Give you what?”
“Sylvie, I’ll get rid of it, just give it to me.”
Does she think I am stupid?
That I am some dumb ass little girl who doesn’t have a clue what is going on here?
“Absolutely not,” I say, tossing the cellophane into the toilet and quickly pulling down the handle.
“You stupid bitch, why did you do that?” she shrieks, her hand diving into the bowl after it.
“Because you need help. Both of you do. Give me the damn phone now, Dani.”
She jerks her hand from the toilet, slinging droplets of water on my face. “We’re not calling a goddamn ambulance. He’s fine! I should kick your ass for doing that. Do you realize that was over three hundred dollars worth of shit you just flushed down the toilet?”
“I don’t give a damn how much it was. You’re destroying him. He’s sick and all you care about is getting high. He wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you.”
“Me? Wake up, Sylvie! Who do you think made me this way?”
I blink several times. Dean loves his sister, went out of his way to protect her, how could he have introduced her to this poison? Taking in her gaunt appearance, I frown. “Dani, we can get you help. I…”
