Chapter 6As I unlocked my apartment door, Billy gave me a concerned look and asked, “You going to be okay? You want me to stay with you?” I must have looked pretty bad. The hour-long drive really wore me down, and the shellacking I'd taken the night before was catching up to me again. Billy was in no way the mothering sort, but she knew better than anyone what it was like to get your clock cleaned by a demon, and it was probably the only thing that brought out sympathy in her otherwise callous personality.
“Naw,” I said tiredly. “I'll be fine. But don't tell Justine how bad off I am. I'll be better after some sleep.”
Justine worried, and although I was sure Billy had texted her the night before to say she wasn't coming home, Justine was an early riser. Even though it was not quite 4 a.m.
