14
Shea shook Wendy, who was snoring on the bed. “Get up! We gotta go.”
Wendy pushed away her sister’s hand. “Let me sleep a few more minutes.”
Shea pulled her up by her arm. “Wake the f**k up, Wendy, or the Jaguars are gonna kill Annie.”
“What? Oh f**k, Annie!” She buried her face in her hands and wept.
“Get your s**t together. We’re meeting Hunter at the Bradshaw City Diner to figure out what to do.”
Wendy reached for the bottle of Oxy, but Shea snatched it. “Nuh-uh. You had enough of this shit.” She dashed to the bathroom.
“Hey! Give those back. They’re mine.” Wendy stumbled after her.
“Oh really? Your name Bertha Daniels? ’Cause that’s whose name’s on the bottle.” She lifted the toilet lid and dumped the pills as Wendy made a desperate grab for the bottle.
“No, I need those!”
