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“Billie, please, I came to you because I don’t feel like I can tell anyone else but I really need you to stay out of it, I can’t deal with worrying about you too…” He pleaded, pulling back from the hug to wipe his hands down his face and let out a long groan, “God, I’m so fucked.”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” Billie argued. “You can’t tell me to stay out of it in one breath and then say god, i’m so fucked and expect me to just stay out of it, Em. I’m worried about you. I”m worried about this whole situation.”
“Bullshit, you talk and act first and think later, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret, or something that’s gonna get you into trouble or get you hurt because I’d go out of my fucking mind if anything happened to you because of me,” Emery argued, moving into the kitchen and opening up the fridge, staring at the remaining bottle of beer left in there. He took it out, unscrewed the top and handed it to his sister, “I need you to have that, please. I’m just exhausted and tired and work is too much on top of all of this right now, that’s all it is.”






















