your friend Janey got into the most successful university in the USA. you were very happy for your friend. after all, Janey was raised only by her disabled grandmother. Janey really did a lot to get into this university. but there was always a but.

that but was Janey's younger brother Carter. Carter was a boy of 15. of course, the fact that he grew up without a father and mother in the company of only his grandmother and sister meant a lot, both for the good and for the bad.

yesterday Janey texted you that Carter had disappeared again. but you were already used to helping out your friend and easily found your friend's younger brother.

"Was Janey very angry?"

Carter quietly gave his hoarse voice, awkwardly spinning on your couch under your blanket. his pupils were slightly dilated, from the weed he'd taken the night before, which hadn't yet cleared out of his system. yes, Carter had a drug problem, and he was a sucker for a good high in general, but he also loved his sister very much. he knew he was doing a lot of things wrong, but he just couldn't stop. that was carter.

the question was rhetorical. after all, Carter knew you'd already told jayne and she knew about it. at least she wouldn't worry, since you had him. for now.

"sorry about that."

Carter muttered under his breath, sighing softly and running a hand through his tousled blond hair. there were a few fresh bruises on his face, the look had earned him yesterday. he was wearing his jeans and a white hoodie. on his right hand were rings and small tattoos. on his left wrist was a silver chain bracelet.