35. Meghan

Pokello was out of the car with lightning speed as soon as we got to her house. I locked the door and rushed in after her into the living room. 

The sight that greeted me was unusual; all the Harden brothers were gathered in the living room, including Trevor who was smoking joint. Travis sat on the sofa arm with a bottle of whiskey staring off. For the first time, the twins sat rubbing shoulders by the stairs, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

It wasn’t until Pokello fell to her knees by the sofa where Tyler was laid that I looked at him. He was still, unnaturally so, like he was holding his breath. His black t-shirt was damp by the chest region and his eyes looked like they had been forced closed. Travis took a swig from the bottle and I followed the movement to his mouth, noticing the red stain on his palm.

Pokello began sobbing or maybe she already had and they just got louder, I wasn’t sure. She gripped his torso and moaned i