Chapter 8

Ana refused and ran out.

"Don't run after her. Leave her alone." I said.

"Oh, you." She acknowledged and sniffed gently. She raised her eyebrows and frowned at me. I know what she is about to say. About to scold me for smoking again.

"You did it again!" She said.

I got up.

"Come back here. You know I don't like you to get in trouble again. Sit down!" She frowned.

"No, I am not."

"You are going to listen to me now. What else do you want me to do? We are just three and Ana? Do you want her to start what you are doing too? Remember this Drake, if you get into trouble I am not going to bail you out of jail. We already have enough money to build up our lives. Dad and Mom put me in care for the two of you. They won't be happy seeing us like this." She said with tears rolling out of her eyes.

Okay, this is getting emotional. I can't just allow her to cry because of me. I have been trying to stop my addiction but I can't just stop it. Whoever killed my parents and my little brother, Timothy.