petite soeur

“Well you can’t stay here.” Richard states matter-of-factly. “Al said you could take us somewhere safe,” Justin explains as he tries to keep his body from bouncing up and down. Nervous energy was overpowering his need to stay calm. “Like hell,” Richard scoffs. “This is my home. I don’t own anything else, and I’m not going to pawn you two off to one of my friends and risk their lives for you.” Justin’s jaw drops. He can feel Molly falter against his shoulder. “We’re family,” Justin tries again, “It’s not like---” “I haven’t seen you in twelve years, and I never even met your sister until now. You might be my family by blood, but blood means nothing to me.” “I can’t fuckin’ believe this!” Justin exclaims, anger overriding his senses. “I can give you money and I can call a cab. Pack up your shit already. I’m not risking myself or anyone else I care about for your safety. I’ve done enough already.” Turning away, he walks off to call for cab service. “Oh my God,” Molly states in disbelief. Frowning, Justin turns to his sister, “Fuck him, Molly. We don’t need him.” She nods, trying to absorb what was said. Holding her by the shoulders, he repeats, “Richard is an asshole. We don’t need him. Once he calls a cab and hands us some money, we are leaving. We’ll start a new life, just like we planned.” “What plan?” She asks, her lower lip quivering. Taking a deep breath, Justin thinks fast, “We are going to England.” “What’s in England?” Molly asks, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. “The fuck if I know: but that’s where we’re going.”