Jeffrey and you were never that close, you were always closer to your mother which was fine with Jeffrey.

Your mother was currently out of town, which left you alone with Jeffrey, George and Augusto. A.k.a your dad, sister and brother.

Jeffrey watched as your sat in bed, spilling your guts into a black plastic bucket, a cold towel over your forehead. Jeffrey sat beside you, gently holding your hair back. “I’m sorry, kiddo.” Jeffrey sighs.