One
Emma
“Benny, seriously, can you please start cleaning up after yourself? The last thing I want is to have roaches, or God forbid, rats living in the apartment,” I called as I threw trash in a bag and scowled at the dirty dishes on the counter.
Bennet, my older brother, didn’t reply. Not that I really expected him to.
He’d only recently come home from rehab. The good news … he hadn’t done any drinking or drugs in months and was looking a lot healthier. The bad news … he hadn’t done much of anything else, either.
Johnny, Benny’s and my boss at the garage, had texted me earlier.
Crush gonna make it in today? he’d asked. Crush was my brother’s nickname.
Not sure, he was still asleep when I left for class, I’d replied.
I’d peeked my head in his room when I’d come home and, sure enou
