"Merry Christmas indeed," she played with the bag of weed in between her fingers and looked over at Justin, who looked like he was furious and scared at the same time, "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a business deal?"
"You call killing someone a business deal?" Justin tried not to yell at her.
"Well, I deserve a good Christmas present from what shit I've been through with Ray and that stupid bastard that raped me before," Andrea started to get teary-eyed, "And this damn weed. It's all for the damn weed."
"Revenge is not meant to be taken out on other people, especially killing people," Justin tried to comfort her. He would never turn her in, she was his friend and he cared for her safety too much, even if she had killed over 30 people in 10 months.
"Justin, I'm trying to stop, but I've got to stop this," she held the weed bag up to her nose and smelled it through the bag, "This is my life now. I know Joey loves me, but I can't love him when this consumes my life."
"Are you saying-"
"Yes, I can't love him until I stop this," Andrea's tears poured out of her eyes and she stopped walking, collapsing into Justin's chest. Justin just wrapped his arms around the now fragile Andrea, squeezing her close.
"Andrea, you've got to let him into your heart, you've got to convince yourself that your friends are more important than weed."
"But weed, I, uh, I have to have weed to live!" she cried into his shirt.
"No you don't, you just think you do, I think you need a guy like Joey to set you straight."
"But I hooked him on the damn shit, too."
"So, that's what he's been smoking," Justin replied quietly, "Andy, you're going to that dance tonight, and you're going to be beautiful, and you're going without the weed."
"Justin, I don't know if I can-"
"And you're going to hook up with Joey."