Cigarettes and Dogs I Guess

No

Karen said so herself

@youngest-mccormick

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn’t come back, id still be shootin up heroin…” Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen hummed, looking back over at Kevin with a big smile. “You’re my favourite, don’t tell Ken though.” She laughed, leaning back in her seat. “Are we there yet?”

Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry. Next time i see him ill brag for hours on how im the favorite.” They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin mumbled a soft yeah before parking.

Karen giggled, shaking her head, “Noooooo.” She laughed, gasping in excitement once they were in the parking lot. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, swinging her legs out of the truck but looking back at Kevin. “I don’t think i can get down…”

He climbed out of the truck as well, closing his door as he walked to her side of the truck. “I gotcha. Ill carry ya. Dont forget your bottle.” He waited for her to grab it before picking her up gently.

Karen grabbed the bottle and held on around Kevin’s neck, leaning her head on his shoulder. She was pretty light, almost concerningly, but her frame was pretty small. “My stomach feels weird.” She mumbled, looking up at her brother.

He glanced up at her, “I liked it better when you drank beer. At least it had calories…” As soon as she mentioned her stomach, he huffed. “Puke on me and your doing laundry for a month.”

“Don’t worry about me. I eat food.” Karen tilted her head to the side a bit. “Noooo it’s not that. It’s tingly. I think it hurts.” she mumbled, looking down and seeing blood starting to come through her white shirt. “Awe… i liked this shirt…”

"Ill buy you another one just like it. Are ya just now feelin the cuts?" He carried her up the stairs and finally into the apartment. He shut the door behind him and carried her to the bathroom.

If anyone has some extra cash this guy would really appreciate it.

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn’t come back, id still be shootin up heroin…” Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen hummed, looking back over at Kevin with a big smile. “You’re my favourite, don’t tell Ken though.” She laughed, leaning back in her seat. “Are we there yet?”

Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry. Next time i see him ill brag for hours on how im the favorite.” They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin mumbled a soft yeah before parking.

Karen giggled, shaking her head, “Noooooo.” She laughed, gasping in excitement once they were in the parking lot. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, swinging her legs out of the truck but looking back at Kevin. “I don’t think i can get down…”

He climbed out of the truck as well, closing his door as he walked to her side of the truck. “I gotcha. Ill carry ya. Dont forget your bottle.” He waited for her to grab it before picking her up gently.

Karen grabbed the bottle and held on around Kevin’s neck, leaning her head on his shoulder. She was pretty light, almost concerningly, but her frame was pretty small. “My stomach feels weird.” She mumbled, looking up at her brother.

He glanced up at her, "I liked it better when you drank beer. At least it had calories..." As soon as she mentioned her stomach, he huffed. "Puke on me and your doing laundry for a month."

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn’t come back, id still be shootin up heroin…” Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen hummed, looking back over at Kevin with a big smile. “You’re my favourite, don’t tell Ken though.” She laughed, leaning back in her seat. “Are we there yet?”

Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry. Next time i see him ill brag for hours on how im the favorite.” They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin mumbled a soft yeah before parking.

Karen giggled, shaking her head, “Noooooo.” She laughed, gasping in excitement once they were in the parking lot. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, swinging her legs out of the truck but looking back at Kevin. “I don’t think i can get down…”

He climbed out of the truck as well, closing his door as he walked to her side of the truck. "I gotcha. Ill carry ya. Dont forget your bottle." He waited for her to grab it before picking her up gently.

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn’t come back, id still be shootin up heroin…” Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen hummed, looking back over at Kevin with a big smile. “You’re my favourite, don’t tell Ken though.” She laughed, leaning back in her seat. “Are we there yet?”

Kevin couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't worry. Next time i see him ill brag for hours on how im the favorite." They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin mumbled a soft yeah before parking.

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. "You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn't come back, id still be shootin up heroin..." Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. "Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for..." He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

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Karen sat on the edge of the road, not too far from the park. She held a bottle of whiskey in one hand and her backpack in the other. Her jeans and jacket were both ripped to shreds and full of dirt and grass stains, her hair all in big clumps, knotted together. She took a drink from her bottle while she waited for Kevin.

He was driving slow just encase she was passed out in the road or something like that. Kevin saw her and sighed, pulling over near her. He saw her scraped skin and ripped clothes, worry instantly filling him.

Karen stood up carefully, stumbling a bit and grabbing onto the truck. She struggled to climb into the truck, setting her bottle in the cup holder and scooting over, cuddling into her older brother. She smelled like booze, cigarettes and perfume. The girl wiped her face of tears and whimpered softly, holding her brother’s sleeve tightly.

He put the truck in park, unbuckling to pull his tiny sister into his lap. He pulled her mess of hair back and put it up in a ponytail with a tie she had around her wrist. “What happened t'ya?” His voice was soft and sad, hating to see his little sister cry.

Karen held tightly onto her brother, wiping her eyes with a torn sleeve. “I got jumped.” She mumbled, looking up at Kevin. “Some girls followed me home n beat me up.” Karen’s speech was pretty slurred as she held onto Kevin. She was honestly a mess.

Kevin kissed her forehead and held her closer. “Any cuts or stab wounds i should know ‘bout?” He knew she would be bruised for days maybe even weeks but those were more minor compared to a stab or scrape that could get infected. Kevin wiped some new tears that had fallen off her cheeks.

Karen lifted her shirt a bit to reveal “slut” carved into her stomach. It was still bleeding but at this point she barely felt it. “That’s it i think…” she said softly, whimpering when she put her shirt back down. “I have scrapes on my knees n elbows n hands too but not as bad.”

He sighed heavily, planning to beat the shit out of the girl who touched his little sister. "Okay... Well go home and ill give ya a bath. Well eat something and then well go t'bed okay?" He moved her back into her seat, helping her buckle before doing the same for himself. He held her hand as he drove home.