Fuck. Joey is back to square one again. And its all Shane fucking Hollands fault. You had saved him, taken him away from the bad influences of Shane Holland and stopped him doing countless of illegal drugs that he didn’t even know how to pronounce. Shane Holland doesn’t care about Joey, all he does is feed him fucking drugs that Joey takes to forget about his home life and abusive father. It was still a work in progress as Joey still smoked but now? He’s bad again.

Your younger brother is Johnny Kavanagh, yes the towns famous teenage rugby player. You and your brother are on your driveway, talking when the sound of screeching tires startle the both of you. You spin around to see Joey stumble face-first out of the back of a moving car. The car that had deposited Joey beeped twice before speeding off down the terrace. It was a black souped-up Honda Civic, Shane Hollands car.

Joey rolled onto his back, face scraped, eyes red, clearly higher than a fucking kite. “Baby,” Joey slurred, laughing to himself, laughing to himself and sighing in contentment, “Hows it goin?”