RECKLESS IN INK (BOOK TWO)

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Whiskey 

I stared at my older sister as she sat across from Hawk and me, Mel had made her a coffee and sat it in front of her but my sister didn't touch it. Not even a thank you. I had kept quiet all this time, watching her fidget knowing that she will never be my smiling sister anymore, she was just an addict now. I know it is mean to think that or to even say it but over the years I had tried to reach out to her, I had tried everything I could to have my sister back in my life but she didn't want it. Dana chose. She chose the drug, she chose to skip town, she chose everything but her family. 

Maybe I should feel something, maybe I should feel relief that she was here and not dead in the ground somewhere. But to be honest I don't feel a thing. 

I look at her and see a skinny person, I don't see my sister anymore. I see the track marks on her skin, I see the cigarette burns, I see the bruises, I see everything but my sister. There was no life in her eyes, her bright green eyes had now turned a dale colour. Her skin wasn't a tan colour anymore it was more an ashy colour now. Her hair had been dried bleach blonde as her dark black roots she now showed. 

I look at the person before me and I don't see my sister at all. 

"Why do you need my help?" I finally broke the silence between us. 

"I...I didn't know who else to turn to... I tried going out to our grandparent's place but no..nobody was home." She mumbled.

"Our grandparents are dead" I snapped.

"How... no... that doesn't make sense…" she mumbles, shaking her head. "You're lying! They are alive! I called them last week!" She screams. Hawk looked over at me with a raised eyebrow, I sighed, shaking my head slightly. It had been over 4 years since they both had passed away, that had been one hell of a year with things going wrong with the club and then my grandparents dying, I had hit rock bottom for a while. I drank myself into a numb stage every day. I always had a bottle of whiskey in my hand, I got to the point where the guys had to lock away the alcohol and keep me locked in my room to sober up. After our parents died our grandparents meant everything to me, even when I enlisted they stood by my side while my sister left.

"They died 4 years ago, Dana," I tell her but she stood up abruptly and began to pace around, running her hands through her hair and mumbling under her breath to herself. It made me think about how bad her brain is fried. "Dana…" I called out to her but she was too in her head, I stood up and stopped her. 

"You killed them, didn't you? You and your stupid club!" She yelled at me hitting my chest. 

I grabbed her wrists, stopping her "Their death had nothing to do with my club, granddad died because of a heart attack and grandma died a few days later with the same thing. Do not talk shit about my family, you know nothing about them!" I growled. 

"They are not your family! I am! How can you stand there and think it was okay to not tell me about our grandparents?" 

"You haven't been my family since our parents died and I tried to contact you but you never picked up your fucking phone nor did you answer your fucking door! So do not come in here talking about family when you don't even know the meaning to it. Do you see these people around us?" I asked her, she just glares up at me "they are my family. So I am going to ask you one more time. What do you want?" I asked her slowly

"I need some money," Dana says after a few minutes of glaring at me. 

"Not going to happen," I told her as I stepped away from her. Hawk called over Rage and Jäger to escort her out of the clubhouse while I walked to my dorm. I could still hear her yell out for me as I got to my door. Once inside I leaned my forehead against the back of the door, banging it slightly before slamming my fist on the door. I quickly grabbed my phone and pressed on Logan's number but it went straight to voicemail, I sighed when I heard her speak though it had seemed to have calmed me down a little but I was still worried about her. 

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Logan's POV

The sound of crickets, my feet and a car driving past as I walked home, I didn't know what the time was when I walked down the long driveway towards my parent's house. When I looked up I saw that the living room lights were still on, I sighed when I finally walked inside the house, both my brother and dad were in the living room. "Jesus Christ Logan, where have you been?" I heard James ask but I kept my mouth shut and walked into the kitchen. I was thirsty, so I grabbed a bottle of water and left but I was stopped by my brother. "Silent treatment won't work Logan," he tells me.

"Just leave her be James, go on sweetheart" I heard my father say behind him, I looked into his eyes and saw the sadness, the pity and the guilt in one before I walked up the stairs towards my room. When I looked at the clock I saw that it was midnight, when I finally put my phone on charge and when I turned it on messages and missed calls came through. 

But one stood out the most and it was from Whiskey.

"I wish you were here x"

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