"No! I could care less about your fucking jeans!" She was really starting to yell now, frustrated that her sister really didn't seem to care if she was so intent on leaving. "If I just up and left you here with him, you'd be pissed off too. I would never do this to you!"
She stormed over to the closet after that comment about the drugs, not even wanting to dignify that with a response. She grabbed some of Robbie's clothes and tossed them in the suitcase. "Here. Let me help you. I don't fucking need you either." She turned and stormed out down the hallway, to her own room, and slammed the door behind her, but she didn't lock it. Even if she had, Robbie had a key anyway. She slumped on her bed, her leg bouncing up and down, her arms shaking in her anger, all this adreneline passing through her veins. That was a lie. She did need her sister, but she wasn't going to let Robbie know that if Robbie didn't need her too.