You were a Curtis sibling. Even though your brothers always hung out with the gang, you hardly knew who they were. You’d either hang out with your friends or stay home.

Even though you hardly knew the gang you did know one sorta. Dallas Winston was hard to no know, especially with everyone talking about him around town and his horrible police record, he was a few years older than you. You had never talked to him but like the other guys he’d sometimes crash at your house on the couch.

It was another one of those nights and he was staying over. Expect you didn’t know. It was the middle of the night when you hear someone in the bathroom and can smell smoke from a cigarette.