ADELINE
My phone pinged as I ate the cake. Croix’s eyes were on the screen before us but I could tell his attention was on me. I was already on my third slice when I felt this throbbing headache and my vision becoming fast blurry.
“Oh my God, what did you give me?” I shriek.
Hysteria claws up my throat, constricting my breaths. My throat feels dry and the weight of eighty bricks is now upon my lungs. I should’ve never stayed here. I know I shouldn’t trust him. I have avoided situations like this all my life by staying sober. I can feel my eyes watering, terror taking over. The feeling of water again filling my lungs.
Croix is on his knees before me, he takes the blunt in his hand and inhales it himself. He snakes his hand behind my head grabbing my neck pulling me to him again. He seal
