Lost my younger half-brother to heroin. I had already moved out of the house by the time he got into all that shyt. shyt brought back a ton of memories though. I'd go home to visit and see holes in walls. Stepdad had taken the door off my brother's room. I'd here stories of shyt being stolen from the house and found in pawn shops down the way. I'd loaned my mom my car for a weekend, and when i went back to pick it up, my subs in the trunk were gone and the glove compartment box (which I had left locked) had knife marks on it from someone trying to break in. Dude would disappear for days sometimes, would call me pleading for money (to go to a facility...nah, I ain't dumb). Mom would call me saying she was afraid to be in the house alone with him. He survived driving his car into a ditch during a bad storm. He survived getting knifed up at a deal gone bad. Dude went to the pen for possession for almost a year. Visited the day he came home, then left town on a Sunday. the next day he relapsed and OD'd. Sunday will be 9 years since he passed.
Long story short, the desperation, manipulation and all that shyt Rue showed in this past episode has a legit basis to it.
@ Rue putting Cassie on blast so she could sneak out during the ensuing chaos. Masterful diversion technique.
