SIBLINGS

[5]

Indigo Chávez

"Yo,
you
dead?
Digo?
Diiiigoooo?
Earth
To Digo!"

I slap him. "Marty, shut the fuck up! I'm awake, okay!"

Clock says it's 6:52. School starts at 7:00. Only got 8 minutes.

I Look down and I'm still in my work uniform.

"Hey, can I borrow a shirt, I think these pants are fine, right?"

"Sure, give it back though." Marty.

"Oh, and Oxy."

"Already? 40mg, right? How many? Do you even have the money?" Marty.

"12."

"Why couldn't you be addicted to something cheaper. Yes, the money's good for me but it hurts me to take your money when we both damn well know you barely have the money. Why not 10 instead of 12, it would save you like $80." He's more like ranting to himself while he gets my pills. He comes back with a bottle and throws me an American psycho shirt and some jeans with a belt, even though I didn't ask for the other two.

I grab my wallet from my back pocket and hand him $978 cash. I'll have to probably do some construction work to make up.

I can get cheaper, but I know Marty won't sell me any laced ones.

"Thanks, man."

I swallow one.

I light a cigarette.

I pull my shirt off, and I see Marty's face drop.

"Are those... burns? And what are the other ones?"

"You're acting like I haven't looked worse.

I take a long drag.

"Light that shit out, Nadiya will smell it."

I nod and light it out.

I put the shirt on and quickly put the pants on while still under the blanket and use the belt because they're too big.

I get off the couch and quickly fall to the floor.

Marty reaches out a hand, but I ignore it and use the couch to get up.

I wobble to my bag, and I put my bottle in and work uniform in. It's my school backpack.

It's ripped in many places and is covered in duct tape. It's a weird faded yellow color. It's a Jansport backpack that I stole in like 3rd grade.

I wobble to their bathroom and cover the little cuts and some actual pimples with pimple patches from my bag. I stole them from grocery outet. It looks like I just have bad acne and a black eye now.

I got a bunch of hearts and stars on my face now.

I take a piss.

Marty throws me a couple of granola bars, and I take my motorcycle to school that I left here last time.

I leave my bike here. I have a bike, a motorcycle, and a car. I paid for them all. I left my motorcycle here last time because Marty drove me. My stepmom lets Annie use my car most of the time because if I complain about it I'd get one of her three favorites, the lighter, the belt buckle, or a week with a "buddy" which usually means Elisabeth, Pete, or Zach.

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"You bitch! You hit me! You fucking slut! I paid for your prostitute ass. I own you for the week. You're my little bitch! How dare you! You're just my little sex slave, that's all you are to me, it's all you'll ever be to anyone.