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@fictitioussouls / PLOTTED STARTER
This not what I wanted to see. You’re alone, paranoid, BEATEN. What has the world done to you? WHAT HAS OUR FAMILY done to you? DON’T YOU KNOW, LUKE? Nellie is gone.SHE’S DEAD. Honestly? I’m glad that I found you before Steve did. He’s never been good at these things; though, I don’t exactly blame him.
“Hey.” I approach you, at first wary that YOU MAY BE HIGH, but I extend my hand to you nonetheless because you are my brother. Without a second thought, I throw my jacket over you and I hug you. Luke, I am so sorry I ever left you. “You scared the hell out of me. Are you okay? What happened to you?”
The moment Joe’s arm wrap around him, Luke almost breaks down into tears right there. Where does he start? Telling him about Joey and what she did and the men who jumped him? Swearing to God and anyone who would listen that he’s not high and he’s not withdrawing? Pointing out the man in the hat lingering just around the corner of the building?
One, two, three, four-
All that comes out is a choked sob as he clings to him like a life raft in the endless ocean. He was so cold and achy and confused and overwhelmed and heartbroken. Joe wouldn’t leave him though. If one thing had to be certain in this moment, it’s that. Even when he left, it was never permanent; he always called or texted or even visited. More than any of his own blood did for him, besides Nellie, but-
“I-I, I don’t, I don’t know what’s wrong with me-“ he finally manages. “She’s-she took the money-“ That I stole from our brother “-and left and I’m cold and everything hurts, but- but I’m not, I’m- I didn’t take anything, Joe. I’m 90 days clean. I didn’t- Do you believe me?” Nobody else would.
