𝑵𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 (BWWM) 18+

~Brody/Daphne~

~Brody~

~Daphne had us in the living room watching some documentary on Netflix. I paid attention to half of it before getting distracted. Elijah and Mercy left an hour ago the other two are upstairs arguing about whatever- I'm pretty sure some more shit got broken along the way.

What was the purpose of this trip if shit was just going to go left. Sighing I pulled my phone from my pocket. My padre has been on my ass lately, it's like the closer we get to graduation the more he starts to trip.

He's doing the same thing to my sorella minore. She's 17 but she's graduating a year early with me. I'm the only sibling out of the ten of us that studies away from home so it's a lot of pressure I guess. More so on my padre because let's face it ten kids to look after is to much to do alone.

My step mom tries but seven of us aren't hers so it's only so much she can do.

I left because it was to much. Being the first born means they expect a lot from you. College and all this other shit. I'm dreading it.

"Does this taste funny to you?"

Locking my phone I looked down at Daph who's eating brownies. She held it up from me to taste and I did taking a bite. It tasted like a normal brownie to me.

"It's good. Where'd you get it from?"

"The oven." She shrugged. "There's a whole pan."

She was about to stuff the last piece in her mouth but I pried it from my her chocolate covered fingers. Her movements were far to slow to be considered normal even her response to protest.

"Hey-

"Are you eating Addisons weed brownies?" I ask grabbing her face in my hand to make her look at me. She's high as fuck.

"Can I have that back?"

"No. How many have you eaten love?"

"Like— I don't know babe, just give me back my brownie."

I ate the last piece and pulled her up from the floor to go and wash her hands in the kitchen sink. Turning on the tap she played in the soap while I looked back towards the pan of brownies. "Was it full when you came in here?"

"Yup." She says popping the P and giggling to herself. Daphne ate a whole row of weed brownies by her damn self in just the short span of an hour.

Placing the pan in the oven I grabbed napkins and turned off the water to dry her hands. "How do you feel?"

"Good, are there anymore brownies?"

"No, sono spariti tutti." I mumbled grabbing her hand and leading us back to the living room.

Translation: No they're all gone

I sat down and she placed herself back on the floor between my legs.

"What's wrong with me." She groaned more so whined. "I'm hot."

"Do you want some water?"

"No, I- ugh Brody I'm hot."