Callum

Monday

Callum, having consumed a full English breakfast, was fully energised for the day. It was 10 in the morning and he was ready to begin recording his vlog. He grabbed the camera off of the kitchen counter, and started reciting his lines for the video. Just as he was about press record, his sister, Aimee came into the kitchen. Disgusted by the still-fresh smell of bacon and sausages, Aimee said, "What is that disgusting smell?" Being a militant vegan, she pretended to start regurgitating. "Oh, Aimee," Callum yelled, "everyone knows you love the smell of meat, you dirty vegan slut!" Aimee's lips puckered up and her drawn eyebrows raised. "Fuck off, Callum!" She stormed off and not long after, her frantic footsteps could be heard on the stairs. A distant door slam could be heard. Callum, too into hysterics to stop there, gone out of the kitchen and went straight upstairs. Outside of the door into her bedroom, Callum could hear Aimee crying. He started cackling to himself. Callum thought, 'I'll go inside her room and shout "vegan!" over and over again to annoy her even more.' He reaches for the door handle. He hesitates. In his head, he counts, '3... 2...' 

His hand gently touches the door handle, '1...' his hand grips it tighter. 'Go!' He pulls down the handle, and the door swiftly drags open. It was then, that he discovered that Aimee was not crying. She was taking part in a bukake session with 10 other men surrounding her. Aimee fell over, startled. The 10 naked men (some of them Callum knew) scuttled off downstairs naked, and presumably ran down the street aimlessly as they covered their genitals. Aimee, getting up from the floor, semen all over her face, screamed, "Get out!" Callum couldn't stop pissing himself. He was laughing uncontrollably. He didn't move an inch. Aimee ran to the door, and slammed it shut, hitting Callum in the process. He fell and smashed the back of his head on a door handle behind him. He hit the ground and fell unconscious.