Unsuspecting Journey boyxboy

I'm going to kill my brother

Hello my lovelies! So, this is my first story! Well, technicllay, my bestie Isabel is helping me A WHOLE LOT with this story. Honestly, I probably couldn't even begin this story without her <3. LOVE YOU BAE! Anyways, I hope you enjoy and comment and fan plz :D

Kyle POV

        Where is he? Why does he always have to annoy me? I swear when I get my hands on him, his balls are gonna be so far down his throat he wont be able to taste anything else for the rest of his life. My feet echoed throughout our tiny house, as I stomped around on our wooden floors. I whipped my head to the left as I heard a rustling noise. “Oliver! Get your ass out here!” I shouted as I made my way towards the closet where I heard the noise. I twisted the knob and nearly growled in annoyance. Locked. I felt the vein in my head throb as I pounded on the door. “I swear to God Oliver, if you don’t open this door-“

        “You don’t even believe in God!” my brothers’ sweet innocent voice rang out from the closet, followed my giggling and rustling. “That’s not the point! Give me back my journal NOW!!”

        “Say pretty please!” It took every ounce of strength in my body to not beat this door down and kill him. Ok, just breathe. Relax. You’re not going to get our fathers bat and beat down the door and then chop him into little pieces. I’m not going to do that, cuz I can’t go to jail. I’m too sexy to be in jail, and I know that I’ll get raped. I mean, who can resist me? Ok beside the point. Don’t kill Oliver.

        “Pretty please,” I gritted out between my clenched teeth. Don’t kill him. Don’t kill him. Don’t-

        “You don’t mean it! So no! Say it like you mean it.” I could picture him sitting there in the corner with his stupid stuffed tiger, sticking his nose in the air. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I’m going to kill my brother, and go to jail, and get raped, and become a hard criminal, and once I get out I’ll become a drug dealer and eventually get shot to death. Do I really want that?

        Eh, it’s worth it.

        “OLIVER YOU PIECE OF SHIT I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” I kicked the door in my fit of rage, and smirked when I heard his surprised shriek of fear.

       “IM GOING TO RIP APART ALL OF YOUR LITTLE FUCKING STUFFED ANIMAL FRIENDS AND FEED THEM TO BLACK –“

        “NO! PLEASE!” the door suddenly swung open, hitting me in the face and making me stumble back. I cursed under my breath and held my already swelling nose.  I peered at my brother through my fingers, and saw his dark green eyes glossy with unshed tears. Clutched to his chest is his stupid stuffed tiger, which he stupidly named Stripy, and my journal.

      “I-I’m sorry! Please don’t kill my friends! Here’s your journal! I promise I won’t take it again!” His unshed tears slowly started to flow out as the thrusted my journal towards me. I rudely snatched it away, and turned to leave, but turned back when I heard his sad whimper.

        I looked back and immetaly regretted it. His chestnut brown hair was hiding his face, but I could tell already that he was crying by the way his shoulders shook. His little hands were clamped so tightly around Stripy, I nearly felt bad for him. I sighed and shook my head slowly.

        “Oliver…” I slowly said. His head snapped up and his big green eyes had me feeling completely guilty. Shit, he was giving me those puppy eyes again. His already large green eyes seemed to enlarge as he stared at me. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

        “It’s ok. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” Silence…

        “I’ll get you a new stuffed animal” …

        “I’ll take you to the new park” …

        “I’ll buy you all the candy you want –“

        “OK! DEAL!” Oliver’s glassy eyes seemed to dry up and brighten in a second. He handed me my journal and skipped towards the stairs as I stared after him incredulously.

        “Yay Stripy! We’re going to get candy! We can throw a tea party, and you can even invite Mrs.Wovsley! I think she likes you.” Oliver giggled as he made his way to his room. It’s so hard to believe that he’s only 15 the way that he acts and looks. He’s very small and tiny, nearly 5’6”. I’m only a bit taller than him at 5’9”. My golden blonde hair is longer than his shorter chestnut brown hair, which is styled so that it goes to one side of his face. My hair is in an almost emo style, so that I can easily flip my hair in front of my eyes to prevent making eye contact.

        I groaned as I remembered that I had an essay about Romeo and Juliet due tomorrow. Stupid Romeo. I really hate them. Falling in love in one day is complete bullshit. Shakespeare was probably just making fun on people who say they love each other right after they meet. I’m kind of glad that they both died at the end, they (hopefully) learned that love at first sight was stupid and fake. Lesson learned for them.

        Around 10pm I finally finished my essay. I rocked back in my chair and let out a tired sigh. Finished. Now I can finally sleep.

        I went to the bathroom, took my shower, brushed my teeth, and got into bed. I closed my eyes and let my breathing slow down. I feel asleep with the sound of wolf howling filling my ears.

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