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Well, that was just perfect. Joey was fucking Danielle, Paul was fucking this Bella, meanwhile I was fucking myself over. Perfect.
don’t give a shit about the shower motor, Joey. Why were you doing drugs?”
“Don’t leave me.”
“Joe…”
“Please just stay.” He paused to release another slow breath before continuing. “This is the only time it’s ever ...
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“You okay, Joe?” my sister asked, reaching up to touch my shoulder. “You look sad.”
“It’s okay.” I forced a smile. “Everything is going to be okay.”
“Y...
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I nodded. “Yeah...
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“I named you Joseph,” he whispered, swallowing hard now. “Did you know that?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I didn’t know. How’d that come around?”
“Your father wanted to name you Theodor after him,” he replied. “He said you were going to be just like him…” He paused to cough wheezily. “B...
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“Don’t give in to them,” he rasped, holding onto my hand with strength I was surprised he was capable of. “Promise me that you’ll…never…give in to them.”
“Give in to who, Granda?”
“The demons your father put in your head.”
“I care. I care. I care,” he repeated, eyes locked on mine as his hand moved up to cup my neck. “Too much.”
“See?” Blowing out a ragged breath, I sagged forward, letting my head fall against his chest. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
“It hurts,” I admitted softly, reaching down to rub the lipstick off him. “This hurts me.”
“I would never hurt you, Molloy,” he slurred, his words a lot like his life, a broken mess. “I’d rather die than hurt you.”
“But I m-make everything w-worse f-for you,” she continued to cry. “You k-keep getting in f-fights trying to pr-protect and s-stick up f-for me. It’s n-not fair on y-you… always h-having to s-save me.”
“That’s my job, Shan,” I said as I pried her ponytail from her small fist. “I’m your big brother. I will always stick up for you.”
His words broke off when I kissed him.
This was our first kiss, and it wasn’t the comet-hitting-earth moment I had anticipated from years of binge-watching unhealthy teen sitcoms. It wasn’t anything like what happened in the movies. It was so much more.
all I could think about was how epically right it felt to be with Joey.
“The quintessential lost boy.” Her lips grazed mine as she spoke. “Don’t worry, Peter Pan, I’ll be your Wendy.”
“I’m not asking you to be a saint, Joey,” I hurried to say. “You’re right, I absolutely do know who you are, and I’m in, okay? I am all in with you. All I’m asking for in return is that you try to stay clean.”
“Because you were high and not thinking it through.”
“I don’t take drugs. I’m not you, asshole!”
“First.” He eyed me carefully and asked, “Do you love my daughter?”
“Second,” he said slowly. “Do you see a future with her?”
took a chance on that boy, and I’m glad that I did because the man that small boy turned into is a man who I am damn proud of.”
Excited, I snatched up the box and flipped the lid open. Resting against the velvet padding interior was a tiny silver locket with the date 30.08.99 on the front.
“That date…” I blew out a shaky breath. “It’s—”
“The first day of first year,” he explained quietly. “The first time I laid eyes on you, and the first time I understood what it meant to have my heart ...
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“When I say I don’t love you,” he continued, nuzzling his face in my neck, “it’s the furthest thing from the truth.”
“Every instinct I have inside of me is demanding that I get you as far away from this shithole as possible.”
“For fuck’s sake!” He blew out a harsh breath. “Why is this such a big deal for you?”
“Because I want to look that bastard in the eyes and show him that you have someone ready and willing to go to war both with you and for you.”
“You’re so strange.” He threw his head back and laughed. “I love it.”
“You mean you love me,” I teased, grinning up at him.
“Yeah, Molloy.” His eyes burned with sincerity when he said, “That’s ...
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Without her, I had nothing. Without her, I was nothing.
“Because you might not love yourself, but I do. I love you enough for the both of us,”

