Prisoners of War - Chapter 11

I sighed, I should have known that it was too good to be true. The others rushed around trying to fan smoke away and hiding rolling papers, blunt wraps and discarded tobacco. Stacie ran down the hall with her purse and came back without it, and finally after checking with the others to see if they were ready went to the door, where more pounding was heard. Stacie took a deep breath, and I was …

…should get some sleep, so I smoked one of the joints. I frowned as I felt the happiness fade, and the weed high overwhelm me and just then I had the thought pop into my head about popping another pill. She did have 4 more left maybe I could drive back over. I shook the thought away with a cigarette, and crawled upstairs, passing out to sleep the second I touched the bed, without even changing.