RICHARD

"Hello, shit face," Aaron said as Chad took a seat beside his sister.

They sat opposite me and Aaron while Mrs Helen sat at the head.

He wasn't lying, Chadwick looked like shit. He was wearing a black silk pyjamas and it didn't look like he had gotten ready for bed before we arrived. I think he had been wearing that pyjamas for days now. Possibly since the day, Aaron brought him home.

"And he smells like shit too," Mrs Helen added.

Again it wasn't a lie, he may have tried to hide it behind that cloud of cologne, but the smell of weed, sweat and laying in bed too long punctured through.

His eyes were red, and rimmed with a

purplish hint. He had been crying and smoking weed too, and such a combo was a serious disaster for the eyes.

"Very subtle, mom. Very subtle" Chad groaned, taking a spoonful of the mashed potatoes.