Part Two: Chapter Thirty Eight

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My dimly lit room is swarmed with light as my godfather storms in. "You know, if you knocked I would have answered."

"Cut the sass," He grumbles. "Give me your medication. Now."

"You mean the shit that I take daily? Why would I give you something I need?"

"Because I don't want a druggie in my house."

"I'm not-"

"Shannon called me. There will be no cocaine, no marijuana, and I will be holding your medication and giving it to you every morning. Now hand it over."

"It's not like I can get high off antidepressants and birth control," I mutter after he slams the door shut again.



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