Any Way Possible

What a whore..

When I hop down and around the basement steps I hear the only the bass of the music thumping through the ceiling.. And moaning, coming from the guest bedroom. & the sound of pure, hardcore vomit coming from the bathroom.

I walk til I'm two feet away from the guest bedroom door & I knock..

I slam the door open to see my ex best friend Misty.. Screwing my brother James. Screaming her whore head off & looking as slutty as ever.

"Get your FUCKING clothes on right now Misty! James I'm damn ashamed!"

And with that they're jumping around, throwing their clothes on. How tf did they meet anyways?

As soon as Misty got her clothes on I punched the bitch. Right in the mouth. The mouth that has sucked so many guys, it's beginning to be shaped like the guys she's sucked.

Her drunk ass fell to the ground quick. I tackled her and unleashed everything on her face.

Right, Left, Right, Left.. My fists were flying & all landing directly on her face. She was already bruising and black eyes were forming.. But I didn't stop.

I grabbed her hair and slammed it into the hardwood floor, probably 5 times before she begged me to get off of her. I did, but not before spitting in her face.

James just stood there, wide-eyed with his mouth dropped. He wasn't saying anything. He wasn't blinking. He was motionless. I'm not even sure if he was breathing.

I grabbed his hand and pulled it into the hallway.

"James! What the fuck are you doing with that God damn whore?!" I screamed in his face. Not realizing group of people who had made their way to the basement with s joint in each of their hands.

"Brandy I just wanted sex. She's a whore. She was easy. I got what I wanted. No, it wasn't the most pleasing. But sex, little sister, is sex. And I got it. Now I'm gonna go get stoned. Don't get lost B." He said kissing me on the forehead. He's so ridiculous sometimes. Honest to god.