When i smiled shay he gave me this looked that said DON'T TELL. At that moment i know that it was not a dream. After that i forgot about it. But after my dad got home it skyrocketed and i felt and still feel like it was my fault. We had to move because the apartment was to small. We moved to a placed called Clover Basin. Immediately my brother made a name for himself. He started hanging around people who also liked to smoke weed and that is when it got bad. my mom dad and Shay got into heated arguments all the time some days it was so bad that i was huddled in a corner crying my eyes out. Thankfully my summer camp came so i got out of the house for 1 week. When i came back we had a smaller tv that is because my brother punched a hole in or tv.
Finally, two years later after 2 years of being in and out of jail Shay got his life straight and now is has a baby on the way the age of 16. we now live in a house we are renting and Shay is his old self. we now don't get into very many arguments. but everything is back to normal. We still get into arguments but no more than a normal