Surviving the Harrison Boys (Re-write)

thirty-six // framed

"Hunter," Hanna's voice came through the intercom, "could you come down to the kitchen please?"

"Coming!" I called back, and hoisted myself out of bed. I hobbled out of my room and to the elevator, pressed the main floor, and closed my eyes as the giant death machine took me to the main floor. I hated elevators, if you couldn't tell already.

I got down to the main floor and headed into the kitchen. Hanna, Liam, and Brant were in there.

"Hey," I said as I took a seat at the table, "what's up? I'm not in trouble, am I?"

"Don't know yet." Hanna sighed.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What did I do?"

Liam looked at Brant and Hanna, then turned to me. "You'd tell us if something was wrong, right? Like if you had a problem?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah...why? What's going on?"

Brant pulled multiple packets out of his back pocket and dropped them on the table in front of me. Hanna placed a plastic bag filled with syringes in front of me as well.

"I went in your room to look for Charlie, because we were playing hide and seek while you guys went to go get Joel." Brant started. "And when I looked under your bed, I found these."

I picked up one of the small packets. There was a white powder inside. "What is this?" I asked.

"You tell us." Liam said.

I looked up at the three of them. They all had these bright eyes that were burning holes in me.

"You think...?" I didn't even finish my sentence. I started laughing. "You think these are actually mine?"

Hanna sighed. "Well—"

I started laughing harder. "Oh my God. You really think these are mine, don't you?"

Hanna sighed again. "Hunter, you're sick."

I raised both my eyebrows in shock. Brant was looking at his mother with wife eyes, and Liam just kind of stood there with a blank face.

"Thanks, Hanna." I said finally. "It isn't like I didn't know that already."

"I didn't mean it like that." She tried to find her words. "It's just that—"

"It's just that what, Hanna?" I asked as I rose slowly. "You really think I'd turn to drugs? For what?! To cope?"

"Everyone else who's been through what you have usually turn to drugs." She shrugged as if what she was saying was okay.

"But I'm not everyone else, Hanna!" I exclaimed. "I'm me, I'm Hunter! If I had a drug problem, I would've been upfront about it from the beginning. And knowing you, you probably would've noticed it anyway."

She frowned. "Hunter, I—"

"You what?" I scoffed. I cursed at myself internally for crying. "You're sorry? Hanna, you just accused me of being a fucking drug addict and now you wanna say sorry?"

"Watch your language, Hunter." Liam warned.

"Oh, shut up!" I screamed. "You know me just as well as she does and you're standing here siding with her when you know damn well that I don't do drugs!"

"Hunter," Brant sighed.

I held up my finger. "Don't you fucking talk to me, Brant."