You and your twin brother Adrian were two complete opposites. He was a lot like your father Zayn, he was introvert and artistic. He picked the most beautiful words while expressing himself, he enjoyed writing poems. You were energetic, extrovert and you enjoyed life. Adrian was always on Zayn's good side, listening to his advices and demands. You, however did everything he told you not to do. It was in your blood, although you wanted to be just like Adrian. You couldn't manage. Adrian and you were always close, sharing everything and telling each other each and every secret. You never expected to be let down by him, you didn't think that he could get you in trouble to save himself and his image, out of it.  Adrian started to consume drugs, he was aware of the fact that our father would find out, sooner or later. Instead of hiding it somewhere, where it could be associated to himself he hid it in the pocket of your jacket. 

One morning you were in the kitchen, eating breakfast while you heard your father's heavy steps approach you. As your gaze fell onto him, you almost choked. His eyes were beyond dark, his eyebrows were furrowed. The white t-shirt was tightly wrapped around his body, revealing his tattooed arms. 
"What the hell is this?" he threw the tiny bag on the table. Your eyes almost popped out of your skull. You were speechless, you couldn't utter a word. "Answer me" he demanded. 
"I swear to God, I have no idea who put that in my pocket" I replied, he had to believe me. His fist collided to the table and I flinched. 
"Don't you dare involve God in your lies"he yelled, tears welled up in your eyes. 
"Dad, I haven't done anything. I'm not using drugs, I promise" you pleaded, he was furious by now. 
"You have made a lot of promises during the years, yet you didn't live up to a single one" you ignored his statement.
"I would admit it, if I was using drugs." he rolled his eyes

"My ass you would, you little piece of shit. You can forget about that Miami trip of yours" you were shocked, you had been planing that trip for a long time. Your behavior was perfect, you hadn't slipped for six months. 
"But dad, it wasn't me. Please trust me" you begged, he couldn't punish you for something you didn't do. 
"You're going to rehab. I won't discuss this any further with you." as I was about to protest, he left the kitchen. 

Two weeks had passed, you weren't allowed to travel to Miami with your friends. You were devastated, during this time your brother was mostly staying away from you. You had started to doubt him, it must have been him. Your parents had just found a rehab, but before check in they wanted to take some tests. The nurse who had taken the tests, left the results to the doctor. The doctor went pale. My father glared at him, slightly confused. 
"There must have been a mistake, Sir" the doctor began. "She's 100% clean, there aren't any drugs in her system. The drugs usually stay in the system for at least four weeks" he explained. 
"I told you" you whispered, your father's eyes were looking for yours but you ignored them. Storming out of the office you felt betrayed. Adrian was waiting in the car, you shook your head in disappointment when his eyes met yours. His eyes were red, almost bloodshot. 

"You fucking idiot" you screamed and lunged at him. Bloody hell. 

A/N: Hey guys! Here's a little update, hope you enjoy it. I appreciate your lovely comments and votes. <3