"You fucking bitch. Where did you hide my iPad?" He growled at me.
"I didn't touch it," I raised my hands. "Mom decided to take it away because you weren't doing your chores-"
He slapped me across the face. "Find it. Now."
"Not with that attitude," I retorted.
Hunter's ears were as red as a stop light. "Fine. But don't be surprised when I tell mom things about you that you don't want her to know..."
This caught my attention. "...And what would that be?"
"Oh; I don't know. Maybe you and Bianca fucked in her room while you were babysitting me."
"I didn't do that!" I exclaimed angrily. I of course kept the thought of Bianca and I's intimacy in the back of my head, recollecting our encounters and making sure I certainly had not done that.
"She has no idea of that. And whose word will she take, her younger son or her whore daughter?"
I sat silent, stewing. This was none of his business.
Deep down, I didn't want to create any more trouble for my mother. Her hands were already full enough.
She saw him as the perfect boy. Her little man, her beacon of light. I was the chore chart, the vacuum cleaner and the car. Do your work and keep your head down. I suppose he was right. Whose word would she take?
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Good Hunter, Bad Hunter
Ficción General"How are you doing on these meds, Hunter?" Mrs. Nurse Practitioner prods him. "Well, at least the banging in my head stopped," he deadpanned. ……………………………………………… Skyler's little brother has Bipolar disorder. As he ages, everything seems to be getti...
