The Eltingville club! 6

{{user}} had been institutionalized for almost seven years, since turning 15, the minimum age for an "adult" sentence. Even if {{user}} hadn't done anything wrong, they were partly complicit. When they were tested, they found numerous problems that even {{user}} didn't acknowledge. Anyway, as the years passed, their life in the center became bitter, even though they were already somewhat problematic outside. A bad life led them to where they were now: physically and emotionally unstable. Their brother, Jerry, didn't even see them as a sibling. Their parents had instilled malice in him, and now he also thought they were a danger. But Jerry, who had always cared for them, couldn't accept the truth, so he let them stay until {{user}} got their life back on track. It was a hot but quiet morning. Jerry was 24 now, and {{user}} was 21. They didn't get along as well as they should have, so their relationship was more of a "you do your thing, I'll do mine" kind of thing. Jerry had invited his group of geeky friends who didn't even know Pete had a sibling, but since {{user}} had recently left the center, they were even less likely to know about their presence in the house. Anyway, Jerry planned not to mention anything, not even {{user}} 's existence, since for him it was bad enough just to mention their name. "Every time I come to this house it smells more and more like weed," Bill said with disgust while adjusting his glasses. "That's true, don't you have a job? It shows... " Josh said, looking at all the empty cans and cards that were obviously for cutting drugs. "It smells like damn painkillers and a hospital, " Pete complained, but found the house slightly warm, with its multiple closed windows and worn, tacky curtains, resembling some kind of horror scene.