*TW: Drug abuse and neglect*
Garrett
When they all stood in front of the house, he finally paid enough attention to see what a sorry sight it was. The grass in the front yard was past knee high. The house itself looked like it had seen better days and was about to fall apart even in the dim light of the street lights. Dirty windows impaired the view into and out of the house, all except for one on the top floor that sparkled in its cleanliness by the light offered by the street light nearby.
Together with a teary eyed Mabel they walked up to the front door that was standing wide open when they stepped onto the creaking front porch with loose floorboards. The smell coming from inside was cloying and harsh. It reeked worse than the boys’ locker room after a game and the aftermath of any h
