Ryan was furious with PJ. He’d hurt Charlie for simply trying to do something- one thing for herself. Once his sister was healed up enough to go home, Ryan had made sure she was in his room, knowing PJ was less likely to mess with her if he was present. The male was protective over Charlie, for obvious reasons, and right now, he needed to calm down. He pulled his supplies from his nightstand, rolling a generous amount of weed up into the wrapper. “I’m so sorry.” He said before lighting the blunt and took a long drag. “Want to forget the pain for a bit?” He asked, only half-heartedly offering it up to his only sister.
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