ok as I clutched my hoodie, aware that this may be the last time I get to en

mmy's stuttering was much worse when we were kids, so bad that he didn't even bother speaking.

onsiderate when it ca

understand what Vanessa and I went through. What I went

e rock lodged in my throat made me swallow hard, and I blinked a

o you have?

$5,000."

" He rubbed hi

o go to college. When I was little, happy, and naïve, I mentioned it once or twice (or maybe a thousa

d my ass off for every penny, and I've been saving up to go to college-which was stupid-only to give it up now. I don't

m the ground and looked at his hands. I couldn't look at his face without pic

have to live in fear an

it." I was seething at this point, but he acted like such an oblivious dipshit. When I needed him, he

ld protect myself, and I'd never stoop so low a

breath. "I'm sorry?"

g to get $10,0

t me, shit. At the time when he was killed, he had more debt in his account than he had an actual inheritance th

of nowhere. It'd take me at least

ould do was look f

ew York belonged to him, so I just needed to figure out exactly which

rather d