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She needed help, and I decided at that moment that I would help her as much as I could. The one thing that led us here is the knowledge that depression isn’t something that goes away like magic. It’s very real and has long-lasting effects that sometimes no one can help her with.
Now that she’s back in that slump, my older sister instincts are kicking in.
I can’t just leave now, not like this.
“Fuck,” Ale responds.
“I know. As far as I’m aware, it’s not as bad. But it could become even worse if I don’t help her.”
“I totally get it. I’ll tell my dad.”
“Thank you.”
“Wait,” Ale says abruptly. “What if you bring them with you? You know that the house has eight bedrooms.”
I pause to think.
“I can’t go knowing that there might be drugs in the house,” I respond.
“Vio, you know I would never let you into that house with narcotics inside. I already talked to my dad about it.”
Ale and her extended family history. Her family is the head of the biggest cartel in the world. This leads me to believe that if the house is still in her father’s possession, he most likely uses it as a warehouse.
I sigh. “Okay, as long as I won’t be intruding on anything.”
“Intruding never. That house hasn’t been touched ever since I denied it from my father. I can promise you that.”
“Thank you, again. You don’t know how much this means to me. It’s the perfect escape for her right now.”
“Anytime. Take care of her, all right?” Ale says.
“Always,” I reply before ending the call.
Letting out a deep breath, I shove the phone into my back pocket before walking back into the kitchen. Chanel takes calculated bites as her twin shoves the whole taco in her mouth. Once my presence is noticed, they both look up at me.
“What do you guys think about going to Acapulco for a week?” I ask.
“Oh God,” Chanel replies while clear excitement takes over Cleo’s face.
Chapter4
Violetta
Three hours. I have been trapped in a car with my twin sisters for three agonizing hours.
Apparently, I have a death wish.
I’m driving. Chanel is right next to me, while Cleo is in the back seat. That fight was bound to happen before we even reached the highway. But I guess I’m a bit biased in the sense that I know Chanel is clean and she won’t mess up the front seat of my mint green Mini Cooper.
You heard me right; we went on a road trip in the smallest car known to man. That means less space and more fighting. They have been bickering for what seems like years, which in theory is true. But hearing them argue about streetlights all the way to whose snack is better than the other has heightened my senses.
My ears feel like they are going to fall off.
Chanel is sat upright, making her posture better than ever, while Cleo is sprawled across the limited space in the back seat. Crumbs and wrappers surround her as her bedazzled Air Pods grace her ears.
They finally finished their last fight, which means they aren’t talking to each other,finally.
The silence filling up the car gives me a serene vibe for the last five minutes of our drive.
