"The wires got the best of him

All that he invested in goes

Straight to hell

Straight to hell"

- Wires by The Neighbourhood

Fuck! What was he going to do now? He had set that money apart for this week's groceries, hidden from Harry so she wouldn't blow it all on booze and god knows what else. But now it was gone, like Harry. She must have found it and thought it was a good idea to grab it and bale.

"Stupid, stupid!", thought John as he stood in front of the freezer. "Of course she was gonna find it, she's not a fucking idiot!" John yelled, throwing the freezer door closed, storming off in order to find his dipshit sister.

When she was younger she would find their father's stash and flush it down the loo, no matter where or how unbelievable the place, she would find it. That is if she wanted to. Now though. She was no longer looking for their father's stash but the money that John would hide to buy them food, clothes and shelter. But she thought she needed the cash so she could get to her liquor and drown out her sadness and humiliation with vodka and tequila.

The fool he had been to believe she wanted to get sober without the help of a hospital or a rehab center. The few days that she was sober she would spiral down into detox and everything would go to shit.

He was a doctor god damn it! He should be able to help her through that! But how could he? They were dirt poor, he couldn't dream about getting his hands on the things he needed to help her through that shit storm; hell he didn't even have enough money for fucking food! Let alone medicine.

John was walking down the sidewalk looking for a head of familiar dirty blond hair, when he heard sobbing coming from the back of a dirty skip.

In the darkness of the alleyway he saw his sister sitting on her arse with a bottle of cheap vodka in her hand and crying like a five-year-old, lost and confused.

"Harry", John said softly, slowly moving towards her, as if she were a wild animal and any sudden movement would startle her away. "Comm'ir Harry, I'll take you home". Pfff yeah, "home".

Home was a shitty little sit-in, big enough to not cause claustrophobia with fading walls the color of piss and fucked up pluming that ran only cold water. That's where he's taking her back to.

God he was such a fuck up. Because of his bum leg and shaky hand no one would hire him as a doctor, and because of said blasted leg, he couldn't carry heavy things without tumbling over in pain.

"What the hell am I gonna do?" He thought as he came around to help Harry up and walk.

On closer inspection he could see that she had vomit all over her front and was crying black from the makeup she had put on a day ago, when she was feeling better. He grabbed the bottle from her fingers and was surprised when she didn't put up a fight. "She must be pissed out of her mind", he thought as he helped her walk as much as he could without causing his leg pain.

While he was searching for Harry, the sky had gone black and the night roamers began to appear.

Prostitutes and dealers came out in hopes that the night would hide them from the men in blue and keep them safe to sell their goods.

Walking along and ignoring the calls of sin, he saw something that would change everything. He saw a man giving a lovely pair of legs a couple of good notes to later disappear in the alley.

If he had that kind of money he would be able to get Harry into a good rehab center and maybe get them out of that shithole, there were living in now, if only...

He stopped to look at Harry.

She was so damn wasted she didn't even know where or what was going on.

If he had money he could get her some help, get her better. He would be able to have a decent conversation with her without her yelling and crying.

He would be able to see her smile and laugh, not vomit and shiver all through the night as she went through detox.

He would be able to help her.

Hope arised in John the more he thought about it, it didn't matter that he would be doing something illegal and immoral, he would be saving his sister! Fuck his pride, he would do what had to be done. As soon as he took Harry back, he would put on something tight and take to the streets.

Tell me what you all think.

I´ll update when I can.

This is also my first ever story written, so please be nice

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Thank you for reading, until next time.