Joey looked up from the chair as the sound of the door bursting inwards reached him. He had been watching Adria carefully since Tommy had injected her with the trash he peddled. Barely ten minutes later and she was high as a kite. He hated seeing anyone this screwed up and he hated Tommy even more for doing this to her... but what was he going to do? He was one voice amongst many in his family and the majority rules.
However, that hadn't stopped him from ditching Tommy and doubling back to The Lodge to watch over her. She had been too far gone to even notice him when he returned so he had thrown a couple of logs on the open, stone fire and and lit a match, hoping to sweat it out of her system. She'd barely said more than a few incoherent words the whole time but when the door flew open and a male voice called out to her, she muttered the name 'Mike' and something about 'anti-vegetarians.'
Joey leapt from the chair, his first instinct to leave before this new arrival could question him. Instead, he straightened his jacket and tie and then crossed the small room, exiting into the outer hall. He could see that the front door was swung open and a dark-haired man, a couple of years older than Joey and soaked to the bone, stood just inside. Taking him in with his eyes, Joey spotted the rock held in his hand.
"Where's my sister?" Mike seethed at Joey.
He was about to try and calm Mike down when the sound of breaking glass interrupted them. The bedraggled mess of a man, still clutching his rock, followed as Joey darted back to the room he had just left. It was a shambles. A side-table had been toppled beside the armchair and the curtains blew wildly into the room as the wind and rain assailed them through the broken shards of glass that used to be a window. A dozen or more books lay scattered and strewn on the floor, having fallen from the table under the sill and several drops of blood marred its surface.
Of the girl, there was no sign.
"Where's my sister?" the Mike asked again, with more anger in his voice this time.
It took Joey a moment to recover his senses before replying dumbly as he pointed into the storm, "Out there."
"Joey, what the hell?" another voice spoke up behind them, " I ask you to do one simple thing and you screw it up! What the hell, man?"
Joey nodded to the third man as he came up behind Mike, "Relax, Trev. I'll bring her back."
Carefully clutching the sides of the window frame so as not to cut himself on the glass, he pulled himself through the opening and into the dark night.
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