Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

There was a stained mattress on the floor. Alongside the mattress was a metal spoon with some dark, syrupy-looking stains, a lighter, and a tiny plastic bag with some brownish powder inside. Sprawled on top of the filthy mattress was my boyfriend, with his eyes rolling back in his head and a needle dangling from the crook of his arm. My heart, the same heart I didn’t think could be broken any more than it already had, cracked into a bazillion more pieces. “Joe.” My hand sprang up to cover my mouth as I battled with the image my mind was assuring me wasn’t a nightmare but reality. “Joey!” Nothing. “We were supposed to be spending the day together,” I cried, stumbling toward him. The smell of his sorrow was all around me, and I honestly felt like I was going to die of a broken heart as I felt myself hemorrhage from the inside.