Rendezvous
19 January 04 : 07.03 PM
It was almost one when Dad asked Jarrett and the rest to go home, since I had school today.
"Gentlemen, it's time to go home. Vicki's got school tomorrow," He said in a friendly tone. I didn't mind, I was tired anyway.
After they left, I laid in bed, trying to sleep, when I heard Dad shouting.
"Why are you so stoned? Have you been taking drugs?" He asked my brother. I came out of my room, and saw the lights upstairs in my brother's room turned on. I returned to my room, took my little rose quartz ball and went out again. Then I saw Dad dressed, Wilson in the clothes he came home in. Wilson did looked stoned.
"Go and sleep, darling," Dad said in the same tone he'd used before, so different from how he was talking to Wilson. He wanted to bring Wilson for a blood test.
I was worried. Just in the evening, before Wilson went out, he came to me and told me about how Daryl isn't taking the premium stuff; those stuff his friends sell him isn't good, so as a friend, I should advise him well.
"What about you? Have you been taking it too?"
"Several days ago."
And my dad never backs out on his words.