maybe i was just better at it than he is: lying and being sneaky. is that really a good thing?
she found a bottle of bacardi under the guest bed. you'd think he knew better- he's seen his drunk uncle, and that man's drunk sons. and his grandma is a recovering alcoholic. so it was fitting that his mother would wake me with her early morning yelling.
he is only 17. and now dad is coming down to take him back to connecticut to stand under his strict (haha) supervision. just in time for father's day. and i was just gonna send him a text.
what's wrong with my family? i seem to be the only one making sense. when i was 17. i never drank. i dont much drink now. and when i did, i certainly never did it in the house. certainly never left proof! gee whiz.
part of me wants to help him be sneaky. teach him how to skip class and still finish his homework. how to sneak people in and out without her knowing. and part of me is happy to have the house to myself.
and so something's inside of him. something he doesnt wanna share and is drinking away secretly. i'm the big sister and i'm supposed to do something. but what?
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