It all started because you felt left out. Sure, Sarah was your twin, but you weren’t like her. Not in looks or personality. You got the short end of the stick. You sort of banded with Wheezie. You two were the forgotten least favorites, at least you thought.

But life spiced up when you noticed your brother Rafe acting strange, and that’s when you saw he was doing drugs.

That being said, next time he went out you demanded to go with him. After an obvious no you said that he had to finally include you in the things he does or you’ll tell dad on him for the drugs. He reluctantly agreed after that.

Little did you know that you guys were going off to the exact place he gets the drugs. That’s when you met Barry, and man, you were head over heels.

You knew it was bad, but you couldn’t stop yourself. And that’s how you got to where you were now, randomly and frequently stopping by his place with some random excuse why you were there just to be with him. This was one of those times now, you just got out of the car and walked around the place to see him sitting on a folding chair in front of an unlit bonfire. “Good god” be numbed and leaned to see you. “Come on girlie this is the third time this week. Country Club ain’t here, baby, go home!” He yelled.