I gripped the doorknob to the bathroom only to find it locked.
“Ope… sorry.”
Metal clinked to the floor, followed by Maggie’s muffled “Dammit.”
I knocked. “Mags, that you? You okay?”
Then there was a crash—her body hitting the tile—I knew it.
“Hey man, is Maggie up there?” I hollered up the attic stairs to Graham.
“No. Had to use the bathroom,” he responded.
“Fuck! Get down here, Locke!”
“Open the door, Maggie!” I pounded on it.Shit.
I knew tonight would be too much. I shouldn’t have let anyone else watch her tonight. They didn’t know her the way I did now. They didn’t know how many cuts she really had. The ones she hid on her inner thighs, the ones so small most wouldn’t notice. But there’d been one too many close calls. “Come on, Mags! Open up!”
Fuck.
I beat on the door, each hit harder than the one before.
“What’s the matter?” Hunter called, scaling the steps. “Her family’s starting to freak. Sounds like you’re trying to break down the bloody door.”
“Yeah, I’m about to,” I said frantically.
Graham’s boots pounded down the attic steps. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Maggie’s locked herself in the bathroom again. It’s what she does when she’s about to cut herself.”
“Goddamn it, I thought we were done with this.” He pushed me to the side. “Max, come on. Open the door.” He knocked politely. “Please, Max.”
“You have to get her, man. Last time she almost bled out.”
Graham body slammed the door. Once. Twice. Three times, and he was in—the doorframe fracturing with his force.
It wasn’t her body hitting the tiles I’d heard. It was that fucking magnum bottle of champagne hitting the bathmat. Just like last time, Maggie had filled the tub and climbed in, fully clothed.
Graham shoved through the splintering wood and scooped Maggie up from the flooding tub.
“What did she take?”
“Just some gummies, weed, and a fuckton of champagne,” I said, stepping into the bathroom.
“No.” He held out his hand, stopping me. “I want everybody out.It’s just me and her.”
“Hey…I’mher boyfriend.” Hunter pushed past me.
“Oh, my God! This isn’t about that, asshole.”Graham pulled his gun out from behind his back and pointed it at Hunter.“Get the fuck out!!!”
Graham
Goddamn it! How could she keep doing this? I thought we talked about this. I couldn’t believe she’d blindside me by being so fucking selfish.
Locke, what are you talking about? Shut up. She’s broken and it’s your goddamn fault.
Fix it.
