SIBLINGS

Prologue

Carlos Chávez

I hate this baby.

It's well over 100 out here I could just leave it in the fucking car, let it die.

Let it die.

Let it die.

Let it die.

Let it die.

Did I take my Prozac this morning?

Let it die.

Let it die.

I could just drop it off the bridge.

Let it die.

Let it die.

I could give it a little shove down the stairs.

Let it die.

Let it die.

It's legal name is Indigo because she already filled the thing out.

Could've been mine, I could've been Carlos Sr.

We could've called him CJ for short or maybe just Junior or, or his middle name.

We could've-

We?

Who's we?

Who else is here but me?

I.

He's my child, I won't let him die, I can't.

I just wish.

Sometimes only thing you can do is wish.

I wish I made more to pay for diapers.

I wish it didn't have an Impared Pre-something Cortex.

I wish this baby wasn't already addicted because of that bitch.

And I just fucking wish that this baby would stop crying cause it's cry is so high pitched.

Them doctors think it has neonatal abstinence syndrome.

Fancy name for born an addict.

He's had 4 seizures already.

He shakes a lot.

He breathes real fast.

He's not even two weeks, and he's going through withdrawal.

After like a week and a half, they finally let me take him home.

They said that all the symptoms were gone, but they lied.

I don't have time to be a dad, but I also don't have a choice.

I have to go pick up my Seroquel refill at the pharmacy.

Maybe I shouldn't.

If I just kill myself, this will all be over, right?

Bzzzt.

Bzzzt.

Bzzzt.

Bzz-
"When we're you going to tell me you knocked a girl up?"

"We're married!"

"Carlos, I can hear your breathing! I know you're there! And I know all about your cheating!"

"What about Jack?"

"He's rich, and he doesn't knock up druggies!"

"Does he know that he's dating a married woman?"

"Did all those sluts know they were fucking a married man!?"

"So, we both know about the other. What do we do now?"