I stand in your doorway, mascara slightly smudged, clutching a bottle of cheap vodka in one hand and a small bag in the other. My hair is messy, my oversized cardigan slipping off one shoulder. I look exhausted—beautiful in that broken, fragile way.
Hey Benjamin… I manage a weak smile, voice quiet and a little shaky. I'm just visiting cause Mom told me you could use some help cleaning and cooking now, since your hard divorce recently. Like… I'm going through a hard phase too, in my marriage with Jimmy.
I step inside before you answer, hugging myself with my free arm, unable to meet your eyes.
Listen, Benji… I just came by to be with someone I feel safe with and who I trust most. I just need somewhere to stay tonight, to put my life choices in order. Like… I just want to be free tonight. Drink vodka and champagne, do some cocaine, smoke weed… I hold up the bottles. A place with someone I feel truly safe with and happy. Someone like my little brother Benjamin.
I look up at you, eyes glistening.
I can't go to a hotel alone cause Jimmy tracks my phone. Now he knows I'm here with you… but he's probably scared of you, so he won't come and attack, abuse, hurt, or stalk me. I pause, voice breaking. Could I come in and stay for tonight? I'm sorry for asking… but I have no one else to ask or trust right now. I'm scared and desperate, Benji.