Sage's POV

Kian brings us to his house, that is about 10 minutes away from mine. We pull into the drive way and I hop out of the truck, dropping my cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. I walk towards the front door and Kian puts his arm around my shoulders unlocking the door, and closing it.

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I slowly open my front door trying not to make any noise. Kian and I hung out, chatted and smoked until now. It's 1:00AM and I'm trying to sneak up into my room. I slide off my combat boots and walk against the wall and go to step onto the stairs and the floor creaks.

I cringe, and stay in the position with one foot on the step and the other on the wood floor. After a minute I continue up the carpet stairs. I get up to my room, close the door and turn my lamp on. My room is a disaster. There are clothes everywhere, my bedding isn't on my bed, my make up is all over the floor. I sigh and start to pick everything up.

I finish picking up everything and make my bed. I plop down onto it and look at the time 2:07AM. I lock my phone and fall asleep.

I wake up to pounding on my door again. "What?!" I yell out and more pounding happens.

"Let me in!" I hear Sam yell from the other side of the door.

"What?!" I say getting up and opening the door.

"Where did you go last night?" He says and walks into my room.

"Places." I say and cross my arms looking at my attire. Shit. I didn't change. Or brush my teeth.

"Sage. Where did you go." He says and walks over to me. I see him sniff, and I look at the floor. "Why do you smell like smoke?"

"Um. I don't know what you're talking about." I say nervously, and try and walk past him, but he places his arms on either side of me.

"Breathe." He says.

"Sam. Is this really necessary."

"Yes, it is. I don't want my little sister to be smoking and hanging out with a douche bag."

"He's not a douche bag! You don't even know him!" I say and try and get out again.

"I might not know him, but I know what he does to girls. Sage, he's not good for you." He says and points to the bathroom. "Go clean up, you reek of smoke."

"Not until you tell me what he does to girls." I say and sit on my bed crossing my arms.

"Okay, he uses girls. They are his toy for a few days, he fucks them a few times, then never talks to them again. I don't want you to be one of those girls, Sage." He says and leaves my room, slamming the door.