I headed upstairs to change clothes. Meanwhile, Jason searched around for his cell phone, cursing in his head.

Jason, you’re an idiot. You made her cry. You made her cry. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

He found his phone and text:
How long until I tell her I’m your brother?

To Collin.

Collin called Jason back. “Stupid, you don’t tell her that. I tell her.â€? He hissed into the phone.

“Look man, I already did shit to her, okay? Will you just give me my damn drugs?â€? Jason replied.

“Jason,â€? Collin said slowly, “You’re my little brother, dude. You do my dirty work and I get you your addicting drugs from Colorado, okay? Deal?â€?

Jason sighed loudly, “But I already gave her bruises, man.â€? He couldn’t keep the disgust from his voice.

“Can’t be that bad. She bruises easily.â€? He said absently.

“No, I don’t know if I can do this, Collin.â€?

“Look, either you do this for me or I tell mom about your drugs. And then they’re all gone. Never gettin’ to sniff again.â€? He threatened.

Jason hung up on him.