"Go ahead and shoot me, dickhead," sneered Darrin. "I've seen enough damn guns in my life that I'm not scared of some arrogant asshole who thinks he's some kind of prepper, okay?" 

Mattie hit him on the head lightly and groaned. "Listen, Jacob, I'm really sorry, but he is my brother. And he needs help. And it's my fault that he's like this." Tears shone. She fought them back and dug through Darrin's backpack. There was a big enough variety of pills, and such a huge amount, that they could kill an elephant. She shuddered. It was a miracle he wasn't dead. 

Darrin eyed her. "Can you give that back?" 

"I have a baby to take care of. Sit the fuck down and listen to Jacob or he has my full consent to throw you out. And for the record? Aaron would [i]hate[/i] what you've become. You're not the brother he had." She ignored his shocked expression and left to tend to Cole. 

Darrin stared grumpily at Nicholas. "So how'd that happen?"