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“You have done enough.”
“She isn’t going with you, Adeline. She will just run back to me,” he says, trying to take her again, but I shove him.
“Fuck off, Ethan, or I will have the police here in a matter of minutes. Do you want them to find your meth lab out the back?” I ask, pulling my now limp sister against me.
He puts up his hands in surrender, backing away. I drag my sister to the end of the driveway. Cyrus jumps out of the car.
“Get back in the car, Cyrus!”
He ignores me before coming over and scooping up my sister. I rush over to open up the back door, and he places her on the seats on her side. Before closing the door, she pukes on the floor. Cyrus climbs in, tilting her head, so it runs out of her mouth and she doesn’t choke on it.
I ring my mother, the phone ringing through my Bluetooth as I head home. My mother answers after a couple of rings.
“Hey, Ada, what’s up?”
“I have Taylor, ma. I am heading home.”
“You found her?” she asks excitedly.
“No, she rang me. She isn’t well, mom. Should I take her to the hospital or to you?”
She hesitates. “Bring her home.”
“On my way,” I tell her, cutting off the call.
“Do you mind if I drop her off first?” I ask Cyrus.
“No, Addie, do what you need to do,” he says, grabbing my knee. “I thought you were identical?”
“We are or were. Don’t take drugs,” I tell him.
My sister groans, trying to roll over before sitting up, suddenly looking around, alert.
“Ada?” she asks before looking at Cyrus. “What are you doing? Pull over, Ada.”
“Nope, why did you leave the clinic? You rang me. I am taking you home,” I tell her before she loses it and starts thrashing.
I lock the doors, knowing she will probably pass out again soon. Cyrus looks at her when she hits me, her hand smacking me in the face, trying to get me to pull the car over and let her out.
“No, Taylor. I am taking you home. You promised us. You promised Maya. You know, your daughter? The one you keep forgetting?”
“Pull the fucking car over. I am not going back. Take me back to Ethan!” she screams.
“Why? So he can beat you again?” I ask, staring at her black eye in the mirror.
“It was an accident.”
I scoff, when suddenly Cyrus has enough of her kicking his chair and spins in his seat, grabbing her face.
“Sit still and do what your sister says,” he snaps at her, and I am surprised when she falls silent, sitting still.
I look at him before looking at her in the mirror. She sits there still as a statue.
“What did you do to her?”
“You saw. I just yelled at her. I know she is your sister, but she was pissing me off,” he says.
She starts coughing before throwing up again.
