funniest part of my elbow. Zedâs dismissive eyes and strong, kind hands guiding me into their cab, making sure I didnât hit my head on the roof. But he should have sent me home. âWhat your liver ever do to you, huh?â he joked. It wasnât funny.
âZedâs just gone out to the supermarket and stuff,â Max volunteers. Sheâs watching a cartoon at low volume. Iâm horrified to see that her skin looks even better unadorned. I touch my body tentatively and Iâm wearing an oversized manâs T-shirt, my underwear and cheek drool. Ugh.
âOK,â I answer, trying to keep my words to a minimum. âHowâs he gonna manage with his arm?â
Max shrugs. âHeâll be alright.â
I put a hand over my eyes, returning to darkness for a few blissful seconds.
âFeeling pretty rough, innit?â says Max.
âYeah.â
âA lightweight like you,â she offers, âyouâre better off with a little coke or an âEâ or something. Itâs cleaner.â
âShit, I can barely handle the basics. Like paracetamol.â
She chuckles and shakes her head. âSo young, you are.â In all her twenty-one years on the planet. âBetter for you to be pure, I suppose. If youâre into that sort of thing.â
âArenât you models supposed to live healthy or something?â
âSkinny. Skinny, not healthy,â she laughs. âBesides, it ainât made no difference to me so far. Thank God for genetics. You want some coffee?â
âMilk and two sugars, please, crack baby.â
She chucks me the middle finger and is gone in a flash of teeth and hair. I need to get out of here.
I rise carefully to go to the bathroom, picking my dress up off the side of the sofa, and everything kaleidoscopes. I go one shaky foot at a time up the narrow stairs and when I turn the shower on itâs as loud as an army, but just what I need. I dry off using a towel hanging on the rack and it must be Zedâs because itâs still very slightly damp and itâs probably the closest Iâm ever going to come to touching him. I rinse my mouth out with toothpaste and wash the spit off my face. Moisturise with some cream that smells like Zed. I pull my hair with partial success into French braids and two of the hair bands that are on eternal standby on my left wrist.
I need to be awake, sober, alert and tough. And I need to leave right now, before he comes back.
Back on with the dress. Back on with the Converse and bangles. Back on with the eye-bag concealer, deep black kohl and an old lipstick smudged in my cheeks for blush. If ever I needed some kind of mask to wear, todayâs the day. But in the mirror I still look like the kind of girl it would be easy to resist. I make a mean face and switch the light off, tossing Zedâs T-shirt on the floor.
Turns out, Iâd be better off locked in the bathroom because when I make it down the stairs Zed is back and theyâre kissing. Tongue and everything. Their bodies are pure white on pure dark like the husk and the flesh of a coconut. She sits with her bare legs and feet thrown over his loose-fit jeans. Margarine-coloured hair; white, fat-free limbs; pink lips; blue eyes. Sheâs a study in pastels.
By the time their mouths come apart, Iâm back upstairs retching into the toilet bowl. Again. The sight of them buried in each otherâs faces is not the best thing for a weak stomach.
Knock, knock, knock.
âEden! You alright in there, love?â Max.
âIâm FINE!â I say. âIâll be down in a minute!â
I wipe my mouth and stare down at the floor tiles, waiting for her footsteps to retreat. Iâll go home right now. Iâll be fine. I pick up the discarded, oversized T-shirt I slept in and stuff it into my knapsack. A souvenir. I consider pissing on his toothbrush but Iâm not sure which one it is and Lewis â as