I'm having one of those I hate myself and my life and everything days, and I think it's really bringing Lois down. She wasn't really up before, so to speak, but now she's positively dreadful, and I guess it's my fault.
She drove me to school this morning, instead of Sophie, and because Griffin and Katherine have already graduated, they get to skip their last week of high school and be annoyingly cute all over everywhere. They've been smiling and laughing and throwing Skittles at each other all fucking morning, and it's probably the most irritating thing I've ever witnessed.
Doesn't he have an actual home he can go to that's not ours?
Mom and Katherine love him, and I guess I do too, but he could maybe stop kissing my sister for, like, five minutes. That'd be great.
Anyway, so Lois and I are in the computer lab, waiting for Mr. Gladson. Well, she is, I'm just writing. Lois wants to read my story, but I've kindly asked her not to because it's terrible. Mushy and gushy and everything I wish I had.
a/n: i think i'm gonna introduce the love interest in the next chapter, idk.
YOU ARE READING
comfort {complete}
Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
