Isaiah
David had been hiding a bottle of cotton candy-flavored Vodka in his nightstand for about a month. I don’t know where he got it, but I guess one of his friends probably stole it and gave it to him.
I knew it was there, but I wasn’t going to tell. I wasn’t a snitch. And besides that, David was okay, I didn’t want to get him in trouble. Sometimes he played video games with me, or he’d come watch movies with me. Mostly he liked horror movies, but sometimes, if he was really bored, he watched cartoons.
It was Jays who got him in trouble. David was at his weekly therapy appointment, and Jays started pawing through David’s drawers, because sometimes David hid candy and snacks. (Even though we weren’t supposed to eat in our room.)
So the stupid baby found the bottle. He’s only five. H
