- Then go to rehab. Do it before I lose you. Before you die and I don't even have anyone to be pissed at anymore.
The beginning of the end
No one noticed when Haillie started to fall apart. Because she could laugh. She could pretend that everything was okay. Another party, another line, another vodka in her hand and a promise that "tomorrow won't come". Except that "tomorrow" never came. Just a hangover, remorse and dried blood on his shirt.
JJ had seen it all. For a long time. But he kept quiet because he was exactly the same. Maybe not as messed up, maybe a little better at pretending to be normal, but inside he was the same fucking chaos.
That night, when he found her - on the beach, semi-conscious, with bloodshot eyes and an empty bottle in her hand - something inside him snapped.
"Haillie... fuck..." he mumbled, kneeling next to her.
She looked at him with a vacant gaze, with that smile of hers - a sentence.
"JJ... I don't want this anymore..." she said quietly. - But I don't know how to stop...
He drew in a shuddering breath, as if the moment had choked him.
Haillie closed her eyes. And for maybe the first time in her life, she didn't laugh.