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We take my car back home because I don't want anyone looking for hers. It kills me to do it, but I put tape over that pretty mouth. She just won't stop yelling. She threatened that the police would find me any minute.

That makes me chuckle. "And who's going to call the cops, babe? Your siblings? Someone will just find out their parents are deadbeats and they're being supported by their barely-adult sister. That just screams social services, huh?" I was taking a complete shot in the dark, but by the way her eyes widen, I know I'm right. I soothe her hair down with one hand while I use the other to steer. "Don't worry, babe. You'll forget about them soon enough. You'll see." Something like a hiss comes muffled behind the tape and I laugh.

With her next to me, I don't remember the last time I felt so good.