are u sure?

9

We went back to where everyone was, except two people were missing. Evie and Javi.

'You seen Evie?', Tracy asked the guy who she handed money to.
'No. She went to the candy store.', he replied.

He then took a sip of whatever was in his hand.

'Want some?', he handed Tracy the bottle.
'What the fuck is that?', she yelled.

I grabbed the bottle from his hand and took a sip. Holy shit, that was strong.

'It's my voodoo juice my friends made.'

Tracy grabbed the bottle again.

'Wanna go find her?', he suggested.

We both nodded. We started walking to the street. There was a small billboard. Tracy looked tired. She leaned against it for a second.

'You alright?', he asked her.

I put my arm around her neck and guided her.

'Let's go, come on.', I whispered.

We walked in random stores. Tracy didn't seem well. We then walked a clothing store in.

'Evie?', Tracy kept yelling.

Tracy put her face in her hands. That weird guy put his arm around her.

'You alright? Wanna suck my cock, baby?'
'What the fuck!', I screamed and pushed him away.
'We can find her ourselves, bye.', I added.

I grabbed Tracys hand and we walked away. All of a sudden, Evie walked out of one of the fitting rooms with Javi.

'Hey! Hi!', she said, hugging us both.
'Javi spilled coke all over his pants and couldn't perform.', she explained.
'What the fuck is wrong with you! Do you even know what time it is? Shit!', Tracy yelled.

Tracy grabbed Evies shoulders and pushed her, and I followed.

~

'Jeez, mom. I can't help it if the movie ran early.', Tracy complained, stepping out of the car.
'Bullshit, Tracy. We checked the theater.'
'We got a drink at Starbucks.', I lied.
'Where's the backpack?'

Shit.

'I got you a keychain.', Evie tried to change the subject.

She always does that.

We were walking inside, Evies arm around Tracy. We stood in the doorway of the living room. Mason was sitting there. With Birdie.

'Mom, I gotta talk to you. In private.', he said.
'Okay. Come in the kitchen. I'm making tea.'

Tracy already walked away. Mel went into the kitchen. Evie grabbed my hand and we also went into the kitchen.

Me and Evie grabbed something off the counter to eat, when we heard screaming from the living room.

'Mom! Mason just called me a slut!', Tracy yelled.
'Melanie!', Birdie screamed.
'Hey, stop, stop. Stop it!', Mel ran into the living room.

Evie and I quietly walked into the hall to see what was going on.

Mel was pulling Tracy away and Brady was pulling Mason.

'Tracy, look at this shit!', Birdie complained.

She had a nosebleed.

Mel touched Tracys hair.

'Mom, don't touch me! Don't touch my hair!', Tracy screamed, pushing her away.
'Have you eaten anything today?', Mel asked.
'Mom! Stop with the food thing already!'
'Fuck it! You don't want me to cook for you anymore? Fine. Then don't eat my food.'
'Fine! I hate your nasty storebrand food anyway!'
'Great! Then I can stop doing twelve haircuts a day trying to pay for all this shit!'