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A S1STER'S SUPPORT

... wastebasket next to her, the theme song to her show ‘Victorious’ began to play. She looked at her phone and saw that there was an incoming call. At first she ignored it until she saw a picture of her s*ster Madison on the phone. “Hello,” she said with no emotion. “Victoria, are you okay? I saw all of these rumours on the internet and I saw your tweet, what’s going on? This is all over a fake picture?” her s*ster frantically asked. “No, it’s not over a fake picture. My phone was hacked and I have nude pictures on the-” she stopped and started crying again. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Victoria. Do you need me to come over?” Madison asked, getting no response as she heard her big s*ster sobbing. “I’ll be over in an hour, it will all be okay s*s.” Victoria hung up the phone and turned it off, tossing it in a drawer. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a large bottle of vodka before shuffling to the living room. She plopped herself on a recliner and pulled the cap off of the bottle, tossing across the room. She took a big swig of the potent alcohol as tears continued rolling down her cheeks. An hour later Victoria’s little half-s*ster Madison showed up and ran right up to her, spotting the half-empty bottle of vodka in her hand. “Victoria,” she said as she gave her a hug. “I can’t believe this is happening to you.” “Thanks,” the older Justice said back, again emotionless. “I got the pictures sent to me; I saw them all while I was in traffic. I can’t believe somebody did that to ...

... you and all of those other women,” Madison said as she pulled the bottle away from her s*ster’s lips. “Don’t drink your problems away Vic, that never works.” “I might still remember but I’ll be too dr*nk to care,” she said as she reached for the bottle like a baby. “Come on s*s, let me cook you dinner or something,” Madison responded as she grabbed her s*ster’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “Your hands are so sweaty, aren’t you hot in that robe?” “I don’t want to look at my body,” Victoria said as she gripped the soft fabric of her white robe. “Don’t be silly,” she said as she tried to pull it away but was stopped. “Don’t!” Victoria screamed, shocking her s*ster. “I’m so sorry, I’m a little on edge still.” “It’s okay, come to the kitchen.” As Victoria sat at the dining table, Madison cooked her big s*ster a large macaroni and cheese dish that she called her ‘specialty’. The elder s*ster remained still and silent as her s*ster worked hard to whip up a meal as fast as possible. After a half hour, she presented the meal to her dr*nken, depressed s*ster. “Eat up,” said Madison as her s*ster stared blankly at the table. “Fuck.” Madison grabbed the spoon and scooped up some macaroni, holding it against Victoria’s lips. Her s*ster’s brown eyes looked up at her before her jaw slowly lowered. She took the food in her mouth and slowly chewed. The younger s*ster continued to spoon-feed her s*ster until the dish was gone. As Madison was cleaning up, she noticed how red Victoria’s face ...