@sofie-gardnerâ Â Â / Â Â old friends, same lines.Â
Kat wasnât sure why Claire came over. It wasnât to talk especially not when her wide-eyed friend pulled out a bag of tar. Her arms shook as desire lurched in her chest. She wasnât sure when she had texted Sofie. Was it an hour ago? Her head felt dizzy as she pulled her cheek off of the counter. She was sober, thankfully, but felt like she barely accomplished that. Sam and Damien werenât there. They would be soon. It was better to not be alone than sit through another painstaking session of the shakes because of how badly she wanted to use. Sofie would get it.Â
She hadnât entirely forgiven Sofie for sleeping with her ex-husband, but Claire was a driving point for the both of them. They had both seen the girl overdose, body cold against the bathroom floor of whatever party they were at. Claire picked herself up fine after the OD and fell into the same hole only a few short weeks after rehab. And Sofie and Kat got sober. Claire stayed the same. A lump formed in her throat as she wiped her sleeve across her nose. Her face ached, but it was better than being high.Â
Claire didnât leave quietly, slamming her fist into her cheek and nose until it left a mark. It took Kat threatening to call the police that made the blonde scamper out of the place. She tiredly reached the door, pulling it open with a crack to see the wisp of brown hair frame such a delicate face. âHey,â Kat said gruffly. âSorry, she just left. I thought I was gonna need an army to get her ass out of my apartment. I just flushed everything she brought.âÂ
