Really, Anita didn't want to have to speak of it with Mia about Guy. It was a good secret to keep from her. She guessed.
Honestly, it was trying to figure out what she did know and didn't know. It was OK. But something she didn't wish to discuss with her friend. Mia was her friend, Anita supposed.
It was best to be quiet as the days followed. After all, what if she never saw Guy, again. And then what? She'd have to get used to the vast nothingness.
She felt quite sad actually. She'd given in quite easily to him. It felt like being on a marshmellow cloud now. And she couldn't help but smile about this as she laid in bed dreaming about him. Really, she never thought she could change. Until now. Until being with Guy. She felt like a volcano in a lull, somehow. Yet it disgusted her so that she might actually need him. She didn't want to be this needy.
"But you like him, don't you?" Mia's eyes lit when she approached Anita about Guy.
"He was OK." She couldn't give too much away. She promised.
"Come on," Mia was all smiles there in Anita's room back at the treatment center. "You like him."
She just shrugged. "I don't really know him." She said quietly. Even though as she squinted, she was sure he knew her very well.
"But you will," Mia's voice was so sing song like. "I know you will."
"Who is he?" Anita squinted. "Your drug dealer?" She was certain she knew exactly what he wanted her for. He wanted her to help him take drugs from one location to another.
"He's just my brother." Mia said so innocently.
Anita pressed her lips together. She was sure of it now. Mia's brother was a drug dealer.
Day 18 -nanowrimo
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