Being Shane Holland’s girl means you see a lot of things.

Lots of things normal people probably wouldn’t be able to deal with. Between fights because someone was short on money for the deal, girls trying to throw themselves at Shane and their boyfriends giving them reminders of why they don’t do that and people hounding your place to snort whatever the fuck they bought from Shane into their bloodstream, you were like a ghost.

You’re just there. You don’t pry, you don’t tell people to stop coming, pull themselves together, you let it happen. It’s been way too long since you cared about someone to try to steer them to the right path.

Plus, it would be hypocritical of you to try. You’re not on the right path either.

Today, you were sitting on the couch, watching Shane deal with some scrawny guy. Usual.

He’d been here a few times just this week, the poor bastard is still buzzed from yesterday’s dose, yet here he is again.

Pathetic.