𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 - 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

𝟐𝟑. ❦

"I WANNA SEE YOU ON THE FLOOR, COME ON, BABY, GIVE ME SOME MORE"

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little disclaimer before anything: this chapter contains smut because y'all asked for it and i honestly hope you'll enjoy it 😜

Jennifer's POV:

Tom had gone home after the evening and i was honestly fucking tired after everything that had happened today.

i was glad my dad liked Tom, honestly i would have been really upset if he didn't. especially after Tom told me John was trying to sabotage him.

i headed for my room after saying goodnight to my father and then saw my big brother sitting on my bed. when he saw me his eyes lit up, he had a rather sad face and, well, looked miserable.

"what do you want?" i said curtly from the doorway, not wanting to spend more time with this sucker.

"i just want to talk, please." he said with a crack in his voice. i had never seen John acting like that in my whole life, apart from when we were children. he always acted like the tough guy now.

i raised an eyebrow, "all right, but don't take too long, i've got to pimp my sister out to a drug supplier, wait, no, that was you," i said, crossing my arms.

he lowered his head, "please Jennifer, i've got no one to talk to."

he looked kinda serious for once, like he was himself again. i never seen this side of him again since we were maybe 12?

i rolled my eyes and sighed, "ugh fine."

i sat on the window bench, opposite of where he was sitting, and waited silently for him to start talking.

John was pretty hard to live with, getting arrested all the time for his drug habit, getting caught all the time when he went on races by our dad. i swear it's like he did it on purpose.

"why doesn't dad love me?" he finally said, breaking the silence.

i was a little shocked by his question but decided to clear my throat, "what does that mean?"

i hated it when people cried, i really didn't know how to console them and it honestly made me cringe. i myself hated to cry in front of people to prevent them from this embarrassing moment.

"he's nicer to you and Oliver than he is to me." then he lay back on my bed looking up at the ceiling, "he's even nicer to your boyfriend than he is to me."

i went to seat by his side, "maybe it's because we don't act like little bitches," i say, in a very serious tone.

he seemed shocked by my answer and sat up straight. i mean what the fuck was he expecting from me? to pet him? i'm not a fucking therapist and i hate this kind of talks, especially with him.

"listen, John, honestly, you're a very complicated person to have as a brother, so i can't fucking imagine having you as a son. you always get caught when you go out car racing, you're a drug dealer and not a very good one at that, and you always get caught by the police," I say with a shrug.