Chapter 33

Gwen's POV

"Is this a joke?" I ask incredulously.

"It's not a joke," Conrad assures me, arms crossed. We're in the apartment, and I can't believe he thinks I've been using dr*gs. The question shoots out of his mouth without any anesthesia. He looks at me, waiting for a response, but all I feel is the urge to scream at him. How dare he ask me that? I've been clean since we made that deal. I've been going to therapy and attending support groups, which can be a headache at times, but I'm putting in the effort.

I'd like to know who put these ideas in Conrad's head. He never asked me anything before, never cared if I consumed illegal s*bstances. I thought it was obvious from how stable I've been, my good mood, and the occasional dead look on my face. But it seems I was wrong. None of that was a signal to him.

"I haven't been using dr*gs. Remember our deal?" I spit at him disdainfully.

"Deals can sometimes be broken. I understand that ad***tion isn't easy to