Page 181 of There's No Us Without You
“Just drinking, my arse. Gabriella, what are these? You’re supplying now?”
Gabby drops her head, giving it a slight shake. “I’m sorry,” she says. “He called Brady, and I answered. Brady said he’s cut off after Tyler got into a fight with him over it earlier.”
“Tyler knows about this?”
Un-fucking-believable.
Of course he does. I should have known he’d be involved somehow.
“I’m sorry,” Gabby says again, shoulders drooping as she curls in on herself.
I bend down and wrap an arm around Emerson’s waist before hauling him to his feet. He’s a dead weight, barely able to stand on his own, but I’ll be fucked if I ask Gabby for help.
She can fuck right off—to the depths of hell where she belongs.
“Will, please.” Gabby steps forward, her eyes pleading.
That look doesn’t work on me anymore. Maybe three years ago it did when I thought we were in love.
Before she betrayed me and chose drugs over our relationship.
What hurt more was the fact Tyler took her side.
“Don’t you dare,” I say, pinning her with a glare as I hold a hand up in front of me to stop her from coming any closer. “You’ve done enough damage.”
She nods, her bottom lip trembling, but she steps back, lowering her head.
With that, I make my way towards the back exit of the building, not wanting to parade a wasted Emerson around infront of everyone. Although, he’s already done a great job of that himself. I just hope he hasn’t ruined his career.
If this gets out, I’m not sure what will happen.
When I reach the car, I manage to open a back door, keeping an arm around his shaking body. He groans when I practically throw him onto the back seat, and collapses face down, drool smearing on the leather.
The drive home is quiet with Emerson passed out in the back. Every few minutes, I glance back at him. His dark hair is stuck to his sweaty forehead, and every now and again his body convulses, like he’s suffering through a fever.
Bloody hell, Emerson. What have you gotten yourself into?
FIFTY-ONE
Emerson
I groanas I roll over and throw an arm across my eyes. The sunlight streaming in through my window is blindingly bright, and all I want to do is crawl under the covers and forget everything from the past couple of days.
My mouth is dry as hell, the sour taste on my tongue even worse. Snippets of last night filter into my throbbing brain like a montage of my life flashing before my eyes.
Attacking Eden.
Meeting up with Gabby.
Shit . . .
Will picking me up from the bar.
Although that part is a little blurry.
He’s going to be so pissed at me this morning, but I can handle him once I take my pills. I’m past due considering how light it is outside, so I climb from the bed, wincing when I put weight on my left leg.
I glance down at my feet. I’m still wearing my jeans from last night, so I shove them down my thighs and kick them into the corner with the rest of the shit that has somehow accumulated there over the past couple of weeks.
