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Gregg stares across at him as he wipes the blood from his lip. ‘You really think clobbering me will convince me you’re okay?’
‘I couldn’t give a damn if you’re convinced or not. Keep your nose out of my business, Gregg. I mean it.’
Tate smiles as a scantily clad blonde steps outside and takes his hand. ‘You’re missing the party, Tate.’
Gregg curses under his breath. ‘Can you give us a minute... whoever you are.’ She hangs off Tate’s arm and makes no move to disengage.
‘Get out of here, Gregg. We’re done.’
Tate lets the woman lead him back inside and locks the front door behind him so Gregg can’t come in. He slumps back on the couch before the blonde stranger straddles him. She pulls off his t-shirt and he closes his eyes as she runs her hands over his chest. He doesn’t care what she does to him as long as she distracts him. So far, she’s doing a pretty good job.
He slips his hand around the back of her head and pulls her towards him. She attacks his mouth like her life depended on it. Her hips gyrate as she kisses him, her short mini skirt riding up her legs as she moves against him.
She pushes back from him and runs a long bright orange fingernail down his arm. ‘Time for more?’
‘Yeah. Time for more.’
Tate rests his head against the back of the couch and closes his eyes. The woman lifts his arm and rests in on her lap. He barely feels the needle going into his vein anymore.
As soon as the drug hits, time ceases to have any meaning for him. People come and go. Different faces appear in front of him, but he doesn’t think he knows any of them. Every time he comes back to his senses, there is always another fix ready to help him slip away from all the mental shit that’s torn his life apart the last few weeks.
Whether it’s been days or weeks, his mind has been blissfully silent since that first hit and that’s all he cares about.
He keeps telling himself the next fix will be the last one. It sounds convincing when he says it to himself, but his body isn’t on board with that plan. It needs him to keep going. It needs something to silence the tremors and cravings that own him now. Maybe he’ll try to stop after the next one.
3
Chloe Quinn closesher book as the plane lands at Dublin Airport. She slips her book into her bag and pulls her headphones out of her ears. It’s only been a year, but she feels like she’s been away from Ireland for forever. She follows the crowds through the terminal and collects her bag from the carousel. Her gran is easy to spot when she steps through the glass doors into the arrivals lounge. She waves frantically and rushes over to Chloe, throwing her arms around her.
‘It’s so good to see you.’
Chloe smiles and squeezes her back. ‘I missed you.’
Her gran, Dorothy, links arms with her and leads her out of the airport into the multistorey car park across the road. ‘How was your trip?’
‘It was fine. I’m glad to be back on the ground. So, have you made a decision about going away?’
