-thirty-six

I sat there stiff and immobile with eyes on nothing but the blunt between her middle and index finger. I swallowed as my grip on the beer bottle tightened.

Breathe, Roxy.

Deep breaths.

In and out.

My breath got caught in my throat when a shrill sound pierced my ears. I turned to Cam and her eyes were already wide open.

"Shit, Ricky!"

It was Erica. I was already on my feet, moving to the kitchen and Cam was beside me.

"What happened?" I asked even though I didn't need to. I could see the blood trickling down his hand and onto the floor. My eyes went to Erica when she started speaking.

"I told him not to bother with the lemons but he didn't listen." Her eyes were back to him and her gaze was as piercing as her scream was seconds ago. "He never listens."