Unloved [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Twenty- Four

Chris Ryder

After I woke up from my quick nap, I noticed that the bunny was gone. Buddy was there in its place.

Well, whatever.

"Wake up, boy.", I said as I started walking towards my bike.

I got on and Buddy jumped into the side basket.

I was off to meet Sarah.

Sarah Kirkland

Oh my God, I'm so ready for this to be over.

I flinched at the cold steel being shoved between my legs. I could practically feel my insides shifting as he got deeper into the procedure.

Not only was an unknown person fondling around my private area, but it was ---a man. The doctor being male made the situation all the more uneasy for me. Next time--well, the next time I'm at the doctor's office, I want a penis/testosterone-free environment. Seems like dicks are nothing short of trouble for me, you know?

"Look, I know I've told you this before, but please relax, Sarah."

"Like I said before, it's easier said than done."

He signed and mumbled something under his breath. He said that he'd had a rough day, so I tried to relax to make his job a bit easier.

I tried thinking of a happy place. A place where Emily wasn't my sister, Rick was always this concerned and caring, Dad wasn't a drunken rapist, and I didn't have a two-faced bitch for a stepsister.

Rick Kirkland

"Are you sure that you wanna give this shit to Tate?", I asked. "I'm positive." "For a lot of things probably, but are you sure?" "Go to hell, Rick. I'm helping you out. Be grateful because I had better things to do."

Although I hate to admit it, she was right. She was helping me. I wanted to get this shit out of the house as soon as possible.

"Stop dragging your ass, Rick."
"Whatever. I'm coming. Shit's heavy." "How much did you make?", she asked as she swiftly turned around. "Too much. Let's go. We have to check on Sarah."
"If you keep that up, I'll Stop helping you."

"Why do you hate her so much? She's your sister!" "Why have you changed so much? We used to hate her together. Don't come for me like that." "Answer the question."
"This is Tate's chillout spot. Let's go in."

She avoided the question at all costs. Why did I ever hate Sarah? Why did I suddenly change? All these questions came to mind as we prepared to give Tate a little gift.

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