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◼BROOKLYN MILES◼
"I'm hungry" Richie said in boredom, making my eyes snap to the him.
He was laying diagonally across my bed with his feet and head dangling on either side.
My brother is probably downstairs, I hope he doesn't hit me in front of Richie.
My brother was sadly abusive so when Mom wasn't home he would hit me.
After the gambling and drugs he turned into a huge dick and I'll never forgive him for making my life hell.
Before Richie could even speak I jumped up and ran out the door eagerly. Me being in love with food was an understatement.
Running down the stairs I was greeted by my brother, Kyle, smoking weed in the kitchen.
"Hi Kyle" Richie greeted politely standing next to me, my eyes avoid my brothers face in disgust.
"Hey Richie, welcome back" my brother said in an unwelcoming and sarcastic way.
"Thanks, it's good to be back" Richie said in a confident voice.
I silently growled as I tried to ignored the asshole, like a dog.
I reached for the bags of chips on the top shelf but Richie ended up getting them for me.
"Aww so disgusting" He cooed in a sarcastic way.
"Kyle" I said in a warning tone since I was starting to get annoyed.
"Are you gonna slut around again with everyone at school?" My brother asked in a taunting way.
"Go fuck yourself, your just lucky Moms nice enough to let you stay here!" I yelled annoyed at him as he smirks like a Jackass.
"Wow, no wonder you're a bitch, get it from your mother" he took a long drag from her cigarette.
Wow that hurt...
"At least I don't contract every STD thats ever existed, maybe if you were a decent person people would actually like you" I growled at him as his eyes flickered in anger.
"Bitch" Kyle muttered in disgust.
Richie stayed silent for a little while before grabbing my hand for support.
I squeezed his hand slightly as he glared at my brother in defense of my dignity.
"I'm leaving"
"Don't come back man whore" Richie yelled as my drunk of a brother left the house one last time.
Richie knew about everything he did to me while mom was at work, Richie was my one and only support along with my mom.
I felt free with Richie and the gang.
"I wish he went missing..." I muttered as Richie giggled with me.
"No shit, Hope he gets a deathly disease from that slutty girlfriend of his" I giggled as we talked shit about my horrible brother.
"What he said wasn't true, I hope you know that" Richie sighed out in annoyance.
I was now munching on a handful of Cheetos that were sitting beside me.
