Biker's Virgin

Brent looked even more confused. “What about Phil? Did he save another cat or something?”

“He’s in jail,” I said, in no mood for jokes.

Brent stood up. “What?”

“He called me from there,” I stammered. “He was caught with drugs.”

“No fucking way,” he said, shaking his head.

“He says he’s innocent—”

“He’s not.”

“W

hat?” I said, looking up at Brent’s confident expression.

“You really didn’t know he was dealing?” he asked me.

I looked at my brother in shock. “Wait… He was dealing? You knew this?”

“Of course.” Brent nodded. “Where do you think I got my pot from? But trust me, all I ever get from Phil is pot. I don’t buy any of the harder stuff he sells.”

“Oh my God,” I said, feeling light-headed.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Brent said.

I sat down slowly and shook my head after a moment. “Are you saying that Phil was your dealer?”

“Yes.” Brent nodded. “I thought you knew.”

“Why would you assume that?” I demanded.

He shrugged. “You were sleeping with him, weren’t you?” he said. “And, you seemed so close, I thought he had already told you, and you were cool with it.”

“You know I hate drugs,” I said. “That’s why I leave every time you smoke.”

“I just thought you hated me,” he said. “I figured that’s why you avoided me.”

I looked at Brent and wondered if I’d been unfair to him this whole time. Had I been a terrible sister, so involved with my new romance that I’d forgotten all about what he might have been going through?

“I don’t hate you, Brent,” I assured him. “I was just…”

“Preoccupied with Phil?” he said before I could finish my sentence.

“You should have told me.”

“You spoke to Phil more than you spoke to me,” he pointed out. “How was I to know that he hadn’t told you?”

“How long has he been your dealer?” I asked, scared to hear the answer.

“Since we met,” he replied. “That’s how we met, actually.”

I shook my head. “That’s not what Phil told me,” I said, feeling the tears resurface.

I felt more than betrayed, I felt completely and utterly disappointed. The perfect image I’d had in my head of the kind of man that Phil was had completely disintegrated and I wondered if I had myself to blame for all this. I had obviously been naïve. I had obviously been so thrilled that a guy like that had been interested in me, that I’d shut my eyes and believed him wholeheartedly.

I remembered the ex-girlfriend that we’d run into on our first date together. I wondered if he had told me the truth about her, too. What if their relationship went deeper than Phil had first told? I started to question everything…and it scared me how perfect my memories were.