When one brother promises to have a relationship with me so passionate that I'll always be starved for him. And another brother punches the s**t out of me because I said a few things to him to make myself sound cooler and calmer. Guess who is paying the consequences for pretending to be savage?
Me, of course. Who else will?
"My neurons are not functioning right, hm? I am mad. See, this is what mad people do." He said, punching me square on my face, making me wince in pain as I felt something warm trickling down my face. Just freaking great. Blood was what I needed right now. Just f*****g great.
"I hope you know I can sue you for this." I warned him, removing my white handkerchief from my back pocket before pressing it on my tender and bruised nose.
This hurts like hell.
"Try then,
