Dominic
A month passed, and I was done tolerating Nathaniel's stubborn ass.
I woke up that morning and dragged my own brother to rehab with police officers watching. Well, I didn't have any options. Nathaniel had spent the weeks spiraling in ways even I couldn’t ignore anymore.
So I made the call.
When the cops showed up at the house, Nathaniel was already drunk, lazily lying on the couch in his room. The place smelled like stale liquor and something broken. He laughed when he saw them at first, that sharp, ugly laugh that always meant trouble, until one of them took his arm and told him calmly to cooperate.
That was when he lost it.
“You can’t do this,” he shouted, pulling against them. “This is manhandling. I didn’t do anything.”
My mother started crying immediately, her hands sha
