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Chapter Seven
JESSICA
Ellie breezed into my room at nearly eight in the evening, swinging a carrier bag filled with goodies. I was in such a comfortable position I didn’t bother to move. Instead, I nodded at the bag.
“Minstrels?”
“Of course.”
“Doritos?” I asked hopefully, and Ellie thrust the bag into my arms.
“Knock yourself out.”
She dropped onto my bed beside me, kicking off her shoes. She’d been quiet since the night out, but I couldn’t tell if something was on her mind.
“You okay, Ells?”
Ellie nodded, her eyes fixed on the Gossip Girl episode I watched halfway through.
“Logan’s getting worse.”
I frowned at her, tearing open a bag of chilli Doritos and offering them to her. She shook her head, pulling out a bag of Cadbury’s Buttons to munch on. Her phone vibrated, and she flicked the switch on the side of it, silencing it immediately.
“What do you mean, getting worse?” I asked, a prickle of unease running through me.
Ellie’s family had been through the wringer, that much I knew. Ellie’s dad split when she was young, and all she told me was how her dad fell in with the wrong crowd. He died of a drug overdose in his forties.
“He was gone for two days this week. Not that that’s unusual, but he always keeps in touch with Mum as she panics.” Ellie closed her eyes, groaning. “She found the coke packets on his windowsill and lost it.”
“He does coke?” I frowned, wondering what it was about that powdered shit people love so much.
“Coke, weed. Whatever.” Ellie threw her hands up in the air with frustration. “But this time, when he came back, he looked really fucking bad, Jess.”
Her voice trembled, and an uncomfortable silence fell between us. I wasn’t sure what to say, and she was hurting. I was pretty innocent about stuff like drugs, so I felt a little out of my depth.
“Like, fucked on drugs bad?” I whispered, conscious that my dad was around.
He wasn’t an eavesdropper, but I didn’t want him to think I was dabbling in anything like that.
“No, fucked from fighting badly.”
“Shit.” I exhaled, wondering how much crap Logan was actually in.
Ellie picked at the skin on her fingernails before looking at me with tired eyes.
“Mum found a stash of money under his bed.”
I absorbed the information, my mind reeling with possibilities.
Is Logan dealing drugs? Is that why he got into a fight?
“He does work, though,” I pointed out, stretching my legs out.
I leaned forward to pause Gossip Girl, realising that my friend’s life had more drama in it right now than any show.
Ellie scoffed.
