My Warlock Mate.

(Chapter Eleven.)

            “Jace!”, I screamed at the top of my lung when I lift my pillow up and couldn’t find my journal. I threw my pillow down and ran out of my room over to his door, throwing the door opened where I found my brother laying in his bed, him reading my journal.

            “Dang, your poems are so…sad.”, he mocked me which made me growled real hard, running over and grabbed my journal before punching him. He blocked his face and starting hitting me back, but he was making noises since my punches were hard.

            “Stay out of my room!”, I yelled, smacking his arm real arm. “God, why can’t you be normal brothers and ignore me!”.

            “Believe me, I wish I could!”, he yelled. “But you’re always here, how could I ever get rid of you! And get off me you loser!”.

            He was just shaking my nerves up, so I slid my hands around his neck, shaking him, “Keep your dirty hands off my stuff and never go in my room—“

            “Why the hell is going on?”, my dad voiced boomed as he came into the room. I felt his arm slid around my waist and he took my off my brother, “Jaycee, are you crazy! You can kill him.”.

            “I don’t care!”, I yelled, throwing my hands at my brother to try and get him to shake him more.

            “Will I do!”, he said, then grabbed and pinched my ear and I yelped loudly, stopping my thrashing. I brought my hand up to rub my ear and pouted as he step me back down my feet. God, I hated when he did that and knows it. I hate it so much. “Now what is the problem?”, he asked.

            “She’s trying to kill me!”, Jace yelled, holding his arm out to me.

            “He stole my journal!”, I yelled back.

            “Jace.”, my father said in a stern voice and I smirked down at him.

            His mouth dropped for a moment, “She said your acting as if your still seventeen and you should retire old man.”, he said in a high voice and I gasped as my dad face dropped. “”Seem like mid-life crasis has come early this year’”.

            “Shut up!”, I yelled before turning to my dad. “Your not getting old, daddy.”, I said sweetly.

            “Oh, and apparently she thinks people from China can hear your snoring.”, he added and I went to grab and choke him, but my dad grabbed me. “Oh, and trim the nose hair!”.

            “Jace!”, I yelled at him warningly.

            “What’s with all the yelling?”, my mom asked as she walked into the room.

            “Jaycee thinks your getting old!”, Jace yelled. “She said you should invest in some hair dye to cover those gray hairs!’.

            Mom gasp and looked down at her hair, looking for gray hairs as she lift the room.

            “Jace watches porn at night on his computer!”, I yelled and his face turn bright red as he froze.

            “Lair!”, he yelled.

            “Your room right next to mine, no matter how low you keep your computer, I can hear it!”, I yelled.

            His face turned to horror and I smirked before his face changed, “Jaycee pregnant!”.

            “What!?”, me and my dad both cried in shocked and I was more then tempted to continue to strangle and shake him. I can’t believe he would go that far! He such a little lair.