My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

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In the corner, on a small table, sat a metal tray: white powder, a blackened spoon, a lighter, a syringe. My blood ran cold.

“They’re going to inject me tonight,” Matthew whispered. “Cyclops said it’s his Christmas gift. If I’m an addict, my word means nothing. They’ll control me and keep using the company. I’ll lose everything.”

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