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“She gets it from Ale’s cousin,” Chanel says.
“CHANEL!” Cleo yells.
“Which cousin?” I ask.
“I swear to God, Chanel, if you utter one more word, I will strangle yo—”
“Cristian. We went toEl Americanowith him,” Chanel says, staring at her nails.
“It’s official. She will be dead by morning,” Cleo says, far calmer than usual.
“As if,” Chanel responds.
“Don’t you dare go all clueless on me.”
“I’m not clueless. I think you have to check your local dictionary for the definition.”
“She’s hopeless,” Cleo tells me, dumbfounded.
A phone rings in the distance. I realize it’s my phone in the bedroom that my sister locked herself in just five minutes ago.
“Stay here and please be nice,” I tell them before jogging to my phone.
Making it to my bedside table, I check the caller ID.
The nameALEstares back at me in bold white letters.
Just the person I need to talk to.
Answering the phone, I start the call with my ramble.
“Maria Alejandra Atenea Castillo, would you like to explain to me why your younger cousin Cristian is selling weed to my sister!” I say into my phone.
“What a nice way to greet your best friend,” she replies.
“I’m serious,” I tell her.
“I have no control over that fuckwit, if that’s what you’re trying to say.”
“I’m alluding to the fact that I would like you to scare him shitless.”
“Look at my best friend cursing for the first time in her life. I didn’t know he was even selling. I’ll talk to him.”
I smile. “Thank you,” I tell her in gratitude.
“Anyway, before you yelled at me like a child. I pulled a few strings with my father. You have the house for a week.”
I completely forgot about my plans. Dealing with this situation makes me rethink going to Acapulco. Cleo needs me right now; I can’t just leave her.
“About that. You know how I was just talking about Cleo smoking a second ago.”
“Yes,” she replies.
“Well, turns out she’s gone back into the hole she fell into five years ago.”
Five years ago was the peak of my parent’s fighting. They were constantly bickering and threatening each other with divorce every hour. It was an occurrence that didn’t help Cleo with her problems.
She’s struggled with depression from a young age. At the height of it all, she wasn’t showering or brushing her hair. Her eating habits were deteriorating and she wouldn’t get out of bed, ever. Cleo’s hair was matted by the time I got her to therapy.
