Insanity

8

Tuesday, 12/5/18

"My god, is this what a walk of shame is, you whore?" Carlos teases when she walks in her room, her heels in her hand.

He lay on her bed, messing her bedsheets, her other cousin, Colton sat on her sofa, her TV was connected to some game he played, she didn't have it in her at that moment to push them both out of her room or ask why it was being played here.

Her eyes barely open, she threw her heels at each of their heads and flopped on the bed when Carlos rolled over, crying in pain.

Colton didn't even bat an eye, concentrating on his game.

"Дайте мне поспать спокойно, и я вас не выгоню, ребята." Let me sleep in peace and I won't kick you guys out. She mutters groggily into the pillow she hugged, not even understanding what she said herself.

"Дядя told me to tell you to get ready in an hour, he wants a talk." Uncle.

"Yeah well, is it already an hour? No? Then shut the fuck up." She slurs, regretting taking up on the offer Mason gave her. Her head wasn't in the right state and she could barely stand up cause it hurt her, stupid bitch gripped her ass too hard and had her pushed against his desk.

"Is this the cool off we get after you've had the meatballs?" Colton finally starts whining, putting aside the game console, "Give us back normal Blythe."

"Fucking kill Mason." She mumbles.

Carlos had to crawl and put his ear next to hear what she was saying, "Sorry man, I can't kill future in law," he starts, "plus, he hooks me up with chicks."

"You could go in a fucking club and get them, why does it have to be because of him!?" She yells, taking her pillow and whacking him.

She wasn't just mad because he chose him over his own flesh and blood, her cousin, amazing and kind, the cutest and beautiful one in the whole family that got all the good genes among all three of them, also because he was on and off with of their best shooters, Malia, and it got so frustrating to see her lagging at practice.

She was annoying as fuck, bringing personal issues into her business, but she was great at her work.

She had to hear her cry and pick her up from the bar a dozen times while Carlos was out fucking some chick.

All Blythe could do while she cried was agree, yes, her cousin was stupid.

Because, honestly, anyone could see how much they liked each other, but no, one of the fuckers had to go and make her best shooter emotionally unstable.

"And he isn't gonna be your fucking in law, keep your words in check you accident." She whacked him again, all the while Colton mockingly laughed, doubling over and pointing at both of his violent cousins.

She took her other pillow and threw it at Colton, who dropped back, "Привет!"Hey!

"WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THESE PILLOWS!" He shouted, rolling over and getting on his knees.

"You're just weak." She hit Carlos one last time before getting off the bed and stretching, "Weren't you skipping spars because you would rather be gaming?"

He rolled his eyes, took all his stuff and walked out, "You're just jealous cause you don't know how to играть." play.

Offended, she chased after him, and stood at her door, watching him as he went to his, "I very much know how to играть." play.

Blythe is pushed on the side when Carlos walks out, purposely squishing her, "Even if you did, ты не, you can't play with us." you don't.