“You fucking serious?” he asked so low I almost missed what he said.
I swallowed, “Yes, Grey. I know she’s your sister, but...”
“You don’t know what the fuck you're talking about,” he growled.
I felt my eyes go wide and my temper start to flare.
“Like hell I don’t. I know what being around something that is wrong can do to a person, Grey. You know I know.”
I looked at Kacie, who was snickering and scratching at her arms.
Then she pulled out an injector from her pocket, lined it up with her vein, and pressed it.
I stared, then I looked up at Grey, “This has been going on for years. She needs help.”
He growled, “Don’t you think I know that? I’ve done everything I can think of to get her help, but it doesn’t work.”
I nodded, “Did you give her money last night?”
He sighed, “She’s my sister Kimber. I can’t just turn my back on her.”
I whispered, “She turned her back on you when all you did was try to protect her when you were sixteen, honey. She doesn’t deserve your loyalty.”
He sighed, then dropped his head.
Then he looked at me, “Give me time. Okay?”
I sighed, then, like a fool, I nodded.
Because deep down... if I judged him for this... then that made me a hypocrite.
I helped him get her inside the house.
Helped him give her a shower.
Helped him make her food.
That night, I lay in his bed and waited.
He came to bed after I fell asleep.
The next morning... his wallet as well as mine was empty, and empty liquor bottles littered the kitchen and... vomit puddles covered the hardwood floor in the living room.
***
Grey
The Next Day
My phone rang.
I saw Kacie’s name.
I answered, “Yeah?”
“I need you to come to Mitch’s.” she said.
I sighed, then looked at Kimber.
