Chapter 8Earth: Connor
I woke to someone jumping on my stomach. It was Kane, my seven-year-old brother. “Get off me, monkey head.” I cringed, trying not to vomit as my body pulsated with a surge of pain every time he bounced.
“Mom said yesterday night that you have to take care of me 'cause she has to work today, members?” he whined, pounding on me and not breaking stride. He wore yellow pajamas with a rust-colored train pattern, while his red cape flapped behind him. I dreaded to think of his soiled animal slippers that were so old the eyes were going in opposite directions and the animal on the slippers would surely ask to be shot in a mercy killing.
“The word is 'last night', silly head, and what do you want? It's too early.” I shifted, gritting my teeth through this eternal damnatio
