BANG. BANG. BANG.
My eyes sprang opened by the loud, annoying banging on my door.
“Hey dirtbag, wake up! You’ve got classes to attend.” Soren’s yelling made my ears cringed badly, the interruption too much for me to bear.
“mmmpphh, 5 mins” I said sleepily
“If you don’t come out in 10 seconds, I’m going to resort to violence!” he warned me
“Go ahead and try! My door’s lock anyways!” I confidently challenged him while changing my sleeping position.
“All right, you asked for it” my door suddenly flung open like in those SWAT documentaries you would see on TV that involves raiding a crime lord on his office full of drugs. And to think I’m the bad guy, I’m insulted.
“Last chaaaaance Clark!”
I didn’t have time to respond when I felt something hot and wet poured all over me and my precious bed.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” I shouted at him, clearly pissed off that I could feel steam coming out of my ears.
“I warned ya” he said innocently with matching batting of his eyelashes (that has got to be the gayest thing I’ve seen him do)
I.WAS.FURIOUS. I wanna kung fu the crap out of him, analyzing all those pressure points where I could easily take him down. Maybe I could… wait a minute… something smells in the liquid he poured on me… oh god it stinks! Holy….
“Woah, is this piss? YOU POURED YOUR PISS ON ME?! Where’d you even had the time to collect a bucket of it?!” I screamed hysterically at him
Instead of replying to me, all he did was roll on the floor and laughing like the devil he always is.
The little bastard.
While he was pre occupied enjoying his moment of glory, I pounced at him and pummeled him hard on the ground which resulted in a little wrestling match between us. He is so going down! I learned muay thai for this specific reason, I’m going to enjoy this.
“Ow ow ow ok ok! You win! Just stop! Let go off me you idiot, you’re gonna break my arm off” I whined in defeat 2 minutes later. Clearly the odds were stacked up against me, and as he continued his sadistic torture I closed my eyes. Why does the gods enjoy torturing this poor feeble soul? If I do say so myself.
“Nu-uh, not until you promise to clean my room for the whole month” Soren grinned mischievously at me
“What? No! Dude, screw that! Your place feels, smells, looks like hell! When was the last time you cleaned it?” I pleaded desperately with him
“A couple months ago” he shrugged
My mouth went wide in horror, whenever my brother states that it’s been a couple months since he last “cleaned” it is bad. Real bad. First time I did that, I found my teddy bear (note: I was a puny kid back then) under his bed, Mr. Teddy looked like he got himself tortured and fed to the dogs! He looked so mangled up and torn that I ran screaming downstairs from sheer trauma of the incident, and every time I fell asleep, I would always picture Mr.Teddy suddenly opening my door and walking to my bedside. It took me 2 years to recover from that and I never wished to return once more for fear of what dark and vile creatures he created in his room.
Soren’s continued pulling of my arm finally pushed me to my limits, knowing that unless I said yes to his deal; I can never escaped his death grip.
And so I agreed, he let me go and casually walked out of my room, leaving me to instantly regret my deal with devil.
After moping for a couple of minutes of my doomed state, I went to take a shower but not before looking at myself in the mirror.
