Rosie’s thumb moved back and forth over the white lid of her pill bottle as she sat in the driver’s seat of her car. Another disappointing phone call from her parents had sent her into a chaotic state of mind. She knew that she needed to take one, she knew that it would help numb her from feelings, but that’s exactly why rosie hated them so much. Her medication wasn’t like snorting a line or taking ecstasy. It didn’t give her a thrill or put her in a better mood. No, the medicine did it’s job. It balanced her out by wiping her clean of any emotion at all. She didn’t feel happy or sad — she felt blank. Those raven eyebrows of hers furrowed, consumed by her inward battle when she finally tossed the bottle back into her purse and pulled out her cellphone. A few quick taps to the screen and suddenly she was on a mission to find her next fix. Unfortunately for her that meant crossing a line into uncharted territory since she couldn’t find a reliable plug on campus. When she arrived downtown, Rosie pulled around the familiar home and parked. She hit the lock on her keychain and made long strides up the walkway, black heels clicking the pavement in the process. The Carrington home wasn’t something you could simply blink and miss. There was money there, dirty money, and lots of it. Rosie was accustomed to the practices they used to acquire their family fortune, which she assumed was why they continued to allow her around long after her break up with Jagger. It wasn’t her ex, however, that she was there to see and that became very apparent when Rosie stepped through the door to find Vince and a few of his other family members taking care of business. Her brown hues glanced from the male strapped to a wooden chair and made eye contact with Vince. Cocking her head to the side, she motion for him to meet her in the kitchen so that they could make their exchange.
