It was the first party I went to, and she was in the back corner with a cup of god knows what in her hands. Oh my god, I was thirteen and she was eight. I blinked in shock. No, this can't be.
She was eight!
Eight!
"Mom," I hissed, "What the fuck? This isn't real, right? How didn't the security catch her?" I stumbled a little, swaying as I threw the phone on the table before her useless dad.
Nexus stood behind me, grabbing my waist while I swayed around like a drunk fool. This is diabolical. He steadied me and pulled Molly's chair from the floor to sit me down on. God dammit!
"You can't blame yourself for your sister following you like a shadow," Nexus murmured, sitting back in his chair.
"That's obviously a lie," My mom scoffed, checking the picture and doing a double-take on the image, "How are you here?"
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