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Tegan's POV

It's been a week or so since my awkward breakdown in front of Sara. She didn't really say anything, or even do anything. She just patted my back and since I sensed her lack of sympathy, I left as soon as I could. I had locked myself in a room for a few hours that day, mostly because I was so fucking embarrassed about what I did. I cried in front of her, I cried over her. I was ridiculous for doing so.

So, now, we've kind of fallen back to being really distant with each other. She's had a different girl over almost every night. I've been alone. I've been trying to keep myself busy with work, but Sara's making it real fucking difficult for me. When I'm working at the bar, Sara brings girls up and buys them drinks. She's also lost her job. I mean, her job was the easiest fucking job in the world. All she had to do was make coffee. Turns out, she got caught with another employee in the bathroom.

I've actually thought about setting up an intervention for Sara, but she has no one that would care enough besides me. That makes me feel so entirely shitty. I don't want Sara to go to rehab only because I'll miss her so much. I know how selfish that is.

Right now, I'm sitting on the couch and eating cereal straight from the box. Sara hasn't been home all night; I've stayed up to wait for her. She said she was going to be with Stacy. We got into a huge fight about it. I told her I was sick of her always leaving and that she was wasting my money on Stacy. She pushed me a ton, screamed at me a lot and now here I am- alone in my house and waiting up for her.

It takes quite some time before Sara gets home, hand in hand with Stacy. They sit on my couch and empty a bag of cocaine on my coffee table. I can't believe it. I had never seen Sara do drugs other than pot. I knew she did drugs, but she never did it in front of me. I sit there and watch Sara snort the drug, then wipe her nose and scratch her throat. I sigh, walking into the living room.

"Are you fucking kidding, Sara?" I scream at her.

She stands up, "I've had enough of your fucking shit, Tegan. This is my life!"

"You're my sister," I reply, "You're a part of my fucking life. You live with me. I pay for everything you own!"

"Shut up," she says, quickly.

I remember that Stacy has no idea who Sara really is. Stacy likes Sara's money and Sara's image- not Sara. Stacy isn't worth that. Sara is too good of a person deep down. She's a sweet and nurturing girl when she's sober.

"Stacy, please leave," I say, glancing to the girl on my couch.

Stacy stands up but Sara stops her, pushing her back down on the couch.

"Let her go," I say, raising my voice.

Sara laughs at me and I reply, "Sara, if you know what's good for you, you will let her leave."

"No."

I step over to Sara and grab her hands, pushing her against the wall. I get really close to her face and I look her in the eyes, "Tell her to leave."

Sara looks up at me with the most terrified look and my heart breaks. I hate to scare her, but I need Stacy out of her. I need to have my time with Sara and I need to make things better.

"Stacy, baby, you should go," Sara says, straining from my grip on her shirt.

Stacy nodded, hurrying out the door. Sara glanced from Stacy to me. There's a certain tension between Sara and I, maybe it's my anger and maybe it's her fear. I want to make her feel better. I move myself closer to her, feeling her breath on mine.

"We need to talk," Is all I say to her, but I don't move.

"No," She replies, "I'm not talking about this, Tegan."

"Enough wasting my money on stupid drugs." I say to her, my eyes locked on her identical ones.

She's crying and that's something I have never seen. I panic, I let go of her shirt and wipe her tears away. She shakes her head, looking up at me. I lean down, my lips close to hers. I want to kiss her, but I'm scared that it's the opposite of what she wants.

Sara kisses me, her hands on my cheeks. She kisses me hard and I can't help but smile. Maybe I'm finally getting what I want. I dismiss the fact that she's high and let her guide me into my bedroom. It's the first sign that this is different than most times. She pushes me down onto the bed and straddles me. I hold her waist, kissing her sensually. I feel her smile through the kiss and push me back down. I look up at her. She reaches for my pants and starts to pull them down. I sit up, wrapping my arms around her neck as she pulls my jeans down. I giggle as Sara struggles to get my pants past my ankles. She giggles back, looking at me as she finally gets my pants completely off. She throws them of the bed and kisses my ankles. I moan softly and spread my legs. Sara puts herself between my legs and kisses me.

I'm soaking through my underwear and it has to be obvious to Sara. She pulls away slightly, licking her lips and looking at me. I reach for her jeans and unbutton them. She helps me pulls them off and then I reach for her shirt, ripping it off her and tossing it away. She leans back down and kissing me again. I kiss back, firmly and pull her closer. I feel so entirely connected to her, especially when she pulls away from the kiss and looks at me with the most bashful expression on her face. I can't help but giggle and soon, Sara's giggling too. We can't stop giggling as we completely undress each other.

Sara kisses down my chest and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch her. She's unbelievably beautiful. She looks up at me as she licks up my slit. I whimper, my body shakes but my eyes stay on hers. The eye contact is another example of how this time is different. I love it; Sara's eyes are full of lust. I moan and push my hips up, Sara smiles as she pulls away. She straddles me and leans down to kiss me yet again. I can never get enough of her kisses.

"Do you have a toy, love?" She asks, playing with my hair.

I nod, leaning over and searching for anything I have. I look up at her, "Actually, all but one is in the wash."

She giggles, "Which one can I use on you?"

I grab the toy and lift it up to her. She grabs the wand from me and the cutest smile spreads across her face. She plugs the toy in and it buzzes to life. I blush with anticipation, I need to feel that on me and I need for Sara to be controlling it.

She lowers the wand down to my pussy and spreads my lip, and then presses the wand to my clit. I yelp and my hips jolt up at her. She smiles at me and licks her lips.

"I've only seen these in porn," she whispers, leaning down and kissing along my neck.

Sara isn't shy about making marks and when I look down at my chest, I can see the bruises she's left. I arch my back and I'm so close to cumming when I hear a knock on the door. I groan as Sara unplugs the wand.

"Sorry, baby," Sara whispers as she kisses me and pulls away.

She gets dressed, and walks outside. I hear her talking but I pull my sheets over my body.

Sara walks into my room and shuts the door.

"It was Dahlia," Sara says as she sits down on the bed.

I groan, sitting up and ask, "What did she want?"

"Me."

I sigh, lying back down.

"I told her no." She says and lies next down to me.

I turn to her and smile. She nods and pulls me into a kiss.

Sara and I make out all night and we fall asleep, in each other's arms but when I wake up, she's gone.