Brian grabbed the bottle out of my hand. He emptied it into the kitchen sink, then led me out to the shed and opened up a wooden trunk in the back marked TOY BOX. It was filled with empty liquor bottles. Whenever dad passed out, Brian said, he took the bottle Dad had been drinking, emptied it, and hid it in the trunk. He'd wait until he had ten or twelve, then tote them to a garbage can a few blocks away, because if Dad saw the empty bottles, he would get furious.
Even at a young age, Brian was playing father. He was the responsible one, he stuck up for his sisters, he took control of the situation. But he still had a "father" hovering over him constraining him, keeping him from his potential by being abusive and a drunk.
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