Arlo's P.O.V.I woke up to cold water being dumped on me. I screamed, wiping my eyes and looked up to see Elijah and Cash laughing.
"What the hell?!" I exclaimed while getting up.
"That is so going on my Instagram story." Cash laughed while looking at his phone.
"I'm gonna kill you!" I yelled and was about to punch Elijah, when Cash grabbed my hand."Slow down, little brother. Youreally think you can so called 'kill' us?" Cash smirked while towering over me, along with Elijah.
Seeing as Cash was holding onto my wrist and there was no way I could escape both of them, I sighed and said "I suurender, don't muder me."
"We'll obliterate you later. But for now, you enjoy this water." Elijah said and poured the rest of the ice cold water as Cash let go of me.I screamed again and they walked out of my room.
I got a change of clothes and went into the bathroom attached to my bedroom.
I took a hot shower and changed into a shirt, a hoodie, and a pair of jogging pants.
I wiped up all of the water from my floor and grabbed my sheets and blankets. I brought them to the laundry room and Trent was in there getting a shirt from the dryer."Did you piss the bed or something?" He smirked.
"No, Cash and Eli woke me up by pouring ice cold water on me this morning." I replied putting my blankets and sheets in the washing machine.
He laughed and said "Oh, so it was you who woke me up by screaming."
"Yeah, I guess." I replied putting the detergent in the washing machine.
He nodded and said "That means I can kill you."
"Trent, please don't. Spare me this one time. Cash and Eli are gonna get me later." I begged.
"Good. I guess all three of us will gang up on you." He smirked and ruffled my hair while walking out.
"Oh, and Ari, you can't outrun us so don't try." He snickered and left.I startsd the washing machine and then went to the kitchen. I made myself a peanut butter sandwhich and then went into the living room.
My brothers were watching ESPN and since I don't have anything better to do, I sat down and watched it with them while eating my sanwhich.
After half an hour, I started getting antsy, so I went upstairs and grabbed my skateboard from my room. I went back downstairs and started doing skateboard tricks on the other side of the living room so I wasn't in my brothers way.
"I can't wait to see you fall on your ass." Cash laughed.
I ignored him and continued doing tricks.After ten minutes, Trent came over to me and threw me over his shoulder. He went over to the couch and bodyslammed me onto it.
He started punching me along with Cash and Eli.
Once five minutes went by, they stopped and I laid on the couch lifelessly.
Cash grabbed my skateboard and said "Hey wimp, watch this."
He leaned it up against the coffee table and jumped on the midfle of it, breaking my skateboard in two.
I gasped and started crying while Cash laughed along with Elijah.
"F*ck you Cash! I hate you!" I yelled while grabbing what was left of my skateboard.
I ran upstairs and to my room.
I slammed my door and ran over to my bed.
After crying for twenty minutes, somebody knocked on my door.
"Go away!" I exclaimed.
They didn't listen and I heard them walk in and close the door.Somebody sat on the edge of my bed and I was facing the other way, so I couldn't see them.
"Look, Arlo. I'm sorry Cash did that. I yelled at him once you went upstairs. I know you worked really hard to earn the money to buy it. Eli said he was sorry for laughing. He should yelled at Cash too." Trent told me.
I didn't say anything, but he heard me sniffling and pulled me over to him.
"Ari, it's okay. It's just a skateboard. We'll get you another one." Trent said.
"That's not just what this is about. It is the fact that he thinks he can do whatever he wants. I'm not forgiving him." I replied.Trent hugged me from behind and said "Ari, no he doesn't. He just went too far. How about we go do something fun? Just me and you?"
"No. I wanna wait until mom and dad come home so they can ground Cash." I replied.
"We'll be back by then. Come on. It'll be awesome." Trent persuaded.
"Fine. But as long as we're back by the time mom and dad get home." I sighed.
"Okay. But you can't be sad. You're no fun when you're sad." He said and poked my side.
I squeaked and hit his hand away.
He laughed and said "Ari."
I looked up and he made a funny face.
I laughed and he laughed too.
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Life With Triplet Brothers
Ficción GeneralArlo is a twelve year old boy with Triplet older brothers. His parents are usually working, leaving Arlo in the care of his brothers.