Tracey had anger well up inside her. Anger at herself and the drugs. It wasn’t really directed at Heidi this time. She had done so well before…everything…and she fell back into something that she had known and was her comfort when her parents were so rotten to her…
“Do you expect me to stand by while you drown yourself in that shite?” Tracey asked, heartbroken by the idea that Heidi would start doing all that shite the second she walked out the door.
“Heidi…you can’t,” Tracey added, her tone weak and sad. “You can’t…”