YOU are MADE for ME...

chapter 15: healed

AN: sorry for taking long with this. I forgot to say its on hold but right now its not. I’ve been busy lately. With editing ang finishing other stories. So sorry...

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This story is fictional and the characters are coincidential...

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Chapter 15

~Healed~

Penelope’s POV

“I wonder if they are done?” I said.

“AHHHH!!!!” Henry screamed.

“Will you calm down?! I’m kind of falling off here!” Terry said.

“Try getting of me then maybe there’s a slight possibly that you might not fall of!!”

“Can’t do that, brother. You’re a serial killer. You’ll kill him.”

“That might be true. But, the hell, that’s my sister!! I should at least protect her. And don’t call me brother. We’re not related.”

“In the near future we will be.”

“Get off!!”

“Tell me first if you’re calm enough then I’ll get off you soft stomach.”

Henry sighed. These two will never get tired of arguing. I shooked my head.

“I’m calm. Now, please, get off. I barely can’t breathe.” Henry said.

“Penelope, what do you think? Is this big fat lair is calm enough?” Terry said.

“Whats that even supposed to mean?! Also why bother asking if I’m calm and leaving the decision to Penelope!?”

“You can get off him, Terry.” I said.

Terry got off him. I just looked at Henry. His clenching his stomach groaning. Looks like it really hurts like hell. He’s suddenly quiet. I know him well enough when he’s like that.

“Ter?” I called.

“I know it already. Next time he explode like that. Please, for the sake of somebody. Inject the sedative.” Terry said.

“Yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“If someone needs me. I’ll be at the pool side. If henry tried anything like aiming a gun on CY’s boyfriend. Shout.”

“I wouldn’t recommend killing you first because Penelope will get mad at me.” Henry said.

He’s not facing us when he said that. Terry and I exchange glances with each other. I sigh. I gave a nod to Terrence.

“Okay, I’ll be on the look out for now. See ya!”

Without wanting for me to answer. He ran off. I’m left with Henry. Clearly he’s thinking about something again. I went to sit beside him. I rested my hands on his chest.

“What are you thinking again?” I asked.

“I was wondering. If I didn’t agreed to that set up. Would I at least. Watch Cyriene grow up like that?” He said.

“Probably. You’ll be an over protective brother that no one can mess with. But things get tangled up.”

“I can’t believe that I would agree to something like that and miss the opportunity to see Cyriene grow up. Not even a little few years. It feels like it was just yesterday when our life was fine and we we’re playing. But now. We’re striving to live.”