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Calvin walked out of the door together and off to school. The two had always been close, and as she walked to high school by his side on his very first day, she felt as if they could take on the world. Unfortunately, most teenagers feel invincible, especially in sibling pairs. She was happy and her life was perfect. She had a great family, successful business, and many friends.
     
    With each year that she got older, however, she realized that the world suddenly took a series of turns when she least expected them, leaving her with the question: “How did I get here?”
     
    “How did I get here?” Jasmine asked herself aloud. Although she still had the fantastic job she adored and lived in the town of her dreams, something felt missing. She no longer felt close to her family, with her parents in Florida and her brother trapped somewhere deep within his own mind. Although she had many acquaintances in Rootsville, many of her friends moved away. She barely had time to meet a man, let alone date one.
     
    Though, perhaps her luck was looking up, as Mason was definitely a man she would attempt to date if given the chance. Regardless of his seemingly bad boy nature, she enjoyed his company. He captivated her with his deep, mysterious eyes and his heart-pumping charm.
     
    Suddenly, she was shaken from her thoughts by a dull tapping at the glass: Calvin. She quickly leaped from her sitting position and unlocked the door, guiding him to a chair. He looked terrible. His eyes were drooping with puffy, dark circles and his hair was frazzled in an array of directions. His clothing was askew and he could barely keep his cane straight on the ground ahead of him.
     
    “What on earth?” she exclaimed, gasping at the alcohol-heavy stench that exuded from his pores.
     
    “S-sorry, Sis,” Calvin slurred, slumping over in his chair like a toddler who was trying to stay awake.
     
    “What happened?” Jasmine quickly ran over to the kitchen and grabbed a towel, soaking it in the sink as she grabbed a glass and filled it with water as well. Then, she made her way back to her brother and placed the towel over the back of his neck. When he gasped at the cold, she placed a hand on his shoulder and handed him the glass of water.
     
    “The job did not go well, not at all,” he snorted and pouted his lip. “The job was bad, very bad. T-the people, though, they were fun – felt badly for me. S-so, I was invited to a party and had a good time. Parties are so much better than jobs.”
     
    “Yeah, okay.” She rolled her eyes. “How much did you have to drink? How did you get home?”
     
    He leaned in and held up his index and thumb fingers of his right hand in a pinch motion to show an amount and said, “J-just a little bit, like this much.” Bursting into laughter, he corrected himself by extending both arms stretched far across his body. “Okay, fine, I drank a lot – more like this much.”
     
    “Come on, Cal. Let’s get you to bed,” she lifted him up and allowed him to lean against her so he would not have to use his cane. She slowly carried his body weight through the apartment door and up the stairs. After a small struggle through the apartment, the two eventually made it to his bedroom. He flopped down onto his bed and sighed as if experiencing the most comfort he had ever felt in his entire life.
     
    “This is great,” he yawned, then smacked his lips together obnoxiously. “My mouth tastes funny.”
     
    “You’ll feel better in the morning,” she lied, knowing the hellacious torture of a hangover.
     
    Tucking him into his blankets, she suddenly felt like a kid again – taking care of her little brother, who truly needed her help now, more than ever before.
     

Chapter Three
     
    The next morning, Jasmine awoke early and left Calvin’s bedroom to brew a pot of coffee for her brother, as she heard that coffee helps ease the pain of the morning after an alcohol binge. She had slept in the chair next to his bed