I was feeling so good that evening. The weed had hit me hard and I was feeling relaxed. Alias sat beside me, smoking like he wasn’t feeling it yet. He finished the blunt and put it out. Then, he sighed, exhaling the smoke from between his lips.
“Daddy?” I called him in a low tone.
He turned to me, his eyes bloodshot red from the weed.
“Can I spend the night with you?” I asked him.
“I thought you were mad at me.”
I sat up and touched his leg before I got off the couch.
“You were mad at me.” I told him. “Your words hurt, you know.”
“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to say that.”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and stared at him.
“Why did you?” I asked him.
“Because I was angry with my brother and his obsession with you.”
“Let him obsess. I thought that would make you f
