You Could Call it Prostitution...

My Parents >.<

Blaine POV

          “Bill, Bill! I’m out! I-I-I need more! I can’t just stop. You can’t just cut me off! I could die Bill!” Mom screams shaking the dealer. I cringe behind the couch at my mom’s coming-off-high state. “I’m sorry Sherry. There’s nothing else I can do. You are three bundles late. I can’t keep telling the Boss that you will pay next time. Unless you come up with the money by next month, I’m not your dealer,” Bill says in monotone but his face shows slight compassion and concern for her current state of mind. “MIKE!!!!!!!!!” Mom screamed. “What-what Sherry? What’s wrong?” Dad says stumbling in from having his injection. Sky runs to me, where I’m sitting with Atlanta. Wouldn’t want to be caught in the crossfire that’s for sure. Atlanta has tears falling from her cheeks but I silent her sobs with a simple look. If they find us, they are going to be PISSED especially coming off their high. “We need money! Fast! I NEEEEEED more! Today was the first time I tried his new stuff and now I. Need. More. Mike.” “We will find a way Sher. I promise. I was looking online and there’s a free ‘Camp for Troubled Boys.’  We can send the only child that has power and will try to do anything about our plans,” Dad hints.  I love you both! Why can’t you just stop? For us. Please. Your children. We need you. I can’t get myself to say it. I’m afraid of being hit...........again. “And who might that be MIIIIIIIKE?” my mother says drawn out. “Fucking, Jeremiah! You knew that Sherry!” Dad yells. Atlanta slyly crawls down the hall and turns to see who to wait for. I send Sky, telling her to ‘go on without me’. I sit there waiting for the fight to end. *SLAM!* Bill’s gone. Now to get to my room before th- I look up to see Dad looking at me with a smirk, empty look in his eyes. Next thing I know I see a fist flying towards my face and Sky standing in the hallway watching her hero punch her sister. “AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I scream. “Blaine! Blaine! Wake up! Pleeease Blaine!” I hear Atlanta scream. I wake up to Atlanta shaking me and in my face. I feel hot tears streaming down my face. “What? What happened? Where’s Sky? I need to see her!” I frantically tell my twin. She immediately knows not to question why. Knowing Atlanta, she will make ‘twin time’ later. Sky walks in slightly scared, I assume, from hearing me scream. I haven’t actually woken up screaming since I got here but the memories still haunt my dreams every night. Isis is no help. Never is, never was and never will be until she is old and senile and even then she will probably end up clinging to Josh even when he’s dead. I get a mental image. A very detailed and hilarious mental image. “Sky. Sky, baby, what do you remember from before we arrived to this horrible place?” I make her answer this every time I have this dream. Even when we were home, I would have dreams about past events and then ask about what she remembered about that specific day’s events that I had the dream about. She repeats the same thing every time. I don’t know why I suspect anything different. I hug her tightly then send her to get ready for the nights upcoming events. Jeremiah will be here tonight. Thank god! I miss him so much! “TWIN!!!” I call. “Yes Blaine? Want to talk about what’s going on with you?” Atlanta asks accusingly. “I had that dream again. The one that ends with Dad throwing a punch and Sky in the hallway. Remember when that happened? Wasn’t it about two weeks before we were sent here?” I reply. “One week Jeremiah’s sent to camp, next week we are shipped off to get drug money. Well money for drugs, we aren’t selling them. I remember but the good thing is, Sky doesn’t,” Atlanta states. “She doesn’t remember any of the abuse and she never will, if I can help it. Well we need to prepare for the AWFUL events tonight will bring, let’s get up.” Jeremiah, please, save us. Pleeeease.

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