"Sienna?" I breathed, barely above whisper.
I decided to call my sister because truth be told she was the only one who cared enough and did not judge, sure Dirk cared by he would judge me. My Dad, Patrick would come but he would come begrudgingly even though he would never say, I knew, he was always too busy, he put on an act but I could see through it.
"Mark" she crocked out. I loved how she knew, knew it was me. I loved how she called me Mark not Dodger, I loved that. Texas called me Mark too sometimes and I loved that too. I didn't like to be called Mark but somehow I liked the sound of it coming from Sienna and Texas's lips, the harsh reminder that Texas would never breathe the name again suddenly choked me.
"Can you come and get me?" I asked in a brittle voice.
I heard her sigh on the other end "Mark" she said it with so much concern. I got that feeling again. What is that? I shut it out and said "Please", my voice was raspy now. This one and only time I just needed my sister...
The best thing.
The best thing.
The best thing...
The second best thing... Texas would have been my first choice but she was gone, gone forever and that almost crippled me. I would never be able to hold her, touch her, love her again. My eyes teared up and I quickly wiped them away.
She sighed once more and gently said "Where are you?"
"Police station" I said almost guilty. "I messed up sis"
I could hear her exhale on the other end...