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Refugee

Chapter Nineteen

"Severed myself from my whole life,
Cut out the only thing that was right.
What If I never saw you again?
I'd die right next to you in the end."

"Danger-Keep Away" by Slipknot

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For the second time in a row, my eyes jolted open at a sudden disruption. I laid motionless for a moment, rubbing my eyes with the pads of my fingertips until I could make out a time on the clock beside me. 9:14am. It was light outside and Molly wasn't beside me.

"Merle Dixon, you've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me!" I heard her call out from the living room.

"Shit." I muttered, quickly pulling myself from bed and sliding on my boxers and jeans. I knew what it was before I even made it out there.

Sure enough, I was right. Molly had caught my big brother shootin' up.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She yelled and I stood back, scratchin' the back of my neck.

"Hey, now. Calm yer tits. I ain't shootin' much." He sank back into the couch and closed his eyes, waiting for his high to take effect. Musta had a bad batch. Usually it hit him immediately.

"You don't need to be doing that shit period. Especially in my fucking house." She flailed her hands onto her hips. I couldn't help but find it cute. I know I should probably be more upset at Merle, seein' as how he's slowly stickin' himself ta death, but by now I was used to it. He was respectful enough not to do it in front of me, that's all I had asked of him.

Merle rolled his eyes. "You just gon' stand there and let her talk to yer big brother this way?"

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. "Her house."

Merle snorted, lowering his gaze from my eyes to my nearly naked torso. "What?" He yawned. "You finally got some and now you just gon' let er pussy-whip you without even puttin' up a fight?"

"Merle, shut it. I want this shit out of my house. I could get into a lot of trouble just for it being on my property."

He snorted again. "Hate to break it to ya darlin', but the cops don't give a shit about no drugs right now. They gotta bigger fuckin' problem on their hands."

"I want it out, Merle. Right now." She didn't budge.

"If you think I'm throwin' two-hundred dollars down the down drain you dun lost yer mind."

"Fine." She picked up the baggie from the table and headed down the hall. Merle jumped to his feet immediately.

"The fuck you think yer doin'?" He pushed past me, following on her heels.

"I'm doing it for you."

I entered the bathroom just as she dropped the baggie into the toilet, flushing the contents down the pipe. Oh, hell.

Merle dove on his knees and tried fishing it out before it was sucked down, but to no avail. He looked up at her with a look of pure hatred. He didn't even look like himself. Suddenly, I was worried.

"You crazy bitch!" He screamed out, leaping to his feet. "You owe me two-hundred goddamn dollars!"

"I don't owe you shit, Merle. I asked you twice to get rid of it."

Merle inched himself closer to her face. "I oughtta whoop yer ass all over this house."

"Merle!" I cut between them. Immediately he shoved me, sending me into the wall behind me. "Ay! Cut it the fuck out!" I called out. Just then, he jumped at her with a raised fist, startling her as she stepped backwards. Thankfully, he was only trying to scare her and he ended up walking away.

"You alright?" I asked her, lowering my head into hers.

She stood motionless, wide-eyed, and alarmed, nodding her head.

I heard the front door slam shut and I sprinted down the hallway and onto the front porch. "What the fuck is yer problem, man? Where you think yer goin?"

"Gettin' the hell away from that crazy bitch." Merle replied, unlocking his truck as Molly peaked her head out.

"Merle, ya need ta stay yer ass here. It ain't safe out there. Just calm down. We need ta stick tagether."

"I ain't stayin' here another goddamn minute, baby brother. Now you can bring yer ass on with me or you can kiss my ass goodbye."

"What? Merle, I can't just leave her here by herself-"

"You can if you wanna stick with me. Otherwise, I'll see ya on the dark side of the moon."

I swallowed as I listened to the deafening sputter of his engine. This motherfucker is givin' my ass an ultimatum.

"What's it gon' be, baby brother? Me or her?"

I stood still and looked back at Molly. She looked scared. Scared that I was gonna leave her alone. I felt like I wanted to throw up. It was an impossible decision between the two people who meant the most to me. Whoever I ended up with, there was a high chance that I'd never see the other again. My mind felt as though it had been blanketed in a thick fog and I felt like running away.

"You got five seconds." Merle called out before shutting himself in his truck and putting it in reverse.

I looked back at Molly, standing motionless in the doorway. I felt a tear form in the corner of my eyes nut it never fell. "I'm sorry. I swear I am."

And with that, I left her sad face behind.