"Megan, please, tell me the truth."

Josh kneeled down, his sweaty palms squeezing his stepsister's bony shoulders as he searched for the usual malicious glean that shone whenever she pulled a prank. Instead, all he found was fright andsorrow.

"Sweet mother of Winfrey..." Josh shoved her away, with more force then he intended, as he frantically made his way towards the garage. He swung open the door to Audrey's minivan, climbed in and slammed his fist into the horn of the steering wheel.

"I need keys to drive this thing. KEYS!" Megan apparated besided the car, climbed in and reached across Josh and put the kings in ignition.

"Come on, boobe! This is serious!"

Josh pulled the car out of the garage, squeezing the steering wheel with is white knucles.

"Yeah, yeah, don't you think I get that? What hotel is he at?"

"The…" Megan opened up the distress text that Drake sent just minutes before.

"He said he's at the Super 8 Motel. Somewhere in Fresno."

Josh stopped the car. "Fresno? How in the world are we supposed to get to FRESNO in 20 minutes?"

Megan gave an icy glare. "Hmm, well I don't know. Maybe we could if you would get off your butt and use your fathead for once and actually TRY for a change, we could make it."

Josh slammed his foot against the metal pedal , the van squealing like a hellcat. Josh bared his teaeth as he swerved through the moonlit streets like a mad men.

"You call these past six months not trying? Well, let me tell you something, little girl - "

"That you're more of a 'little girl' than I am? Let me tell you something, Josh. You are the biggest coward I have ever the misfortune of encountering. These past six months? Completely, one hundred percent your fault. If you would've just tried to make things right, if you would've just stood up to Walter and Mom, if you would've stopped him, but no, you just cared soo much about yourself and you're stupid girlfriend and you're stupid GPA and you're stupid job – "

"Megan, don't you think I know that already, and maybe that's why we haven't even talked to eachother these past six months? Don't you think that I tried to reason with mom and dad? Don't you?"

Megan shook her head. She quietly turned on the GPS system and typed in the address of the motel her brother was once again destroying himself for that trashy slut and their crooked habit.

"5 hours, 42 minutes. With Friday night rushhour traffic, I'd say it'd take… maybe about 6, maybe 7 hours. We should get there by five am."

Josh grunted as fiddled with the radio, tuning it into some top 40 hits station playing the end to some Lady Gaga song. Suddenly, the sound of a young, male's jaded voice rasping sickly yet sexily over a garage punk- esque guitar riff.

"Baby, please

A kilo

A gram

Just another ounce

Of your sweet bitter lovin'

It's the only thing that I need

To get me through the night"

Josh, annoyed to hear his brother's voice on the radio again, quickly turned it to a country station. The van was filled with the sound of western-twang and break up songs as the estranged step siblings drove in moonlit silence.