“We already talked about this many times, Tri. Why aren’t you listening to me?” I am annoyed with her excuses every time I mentioned this topic.
“Bash, I said I’m coming to college with you. Meaning, whether Mom and Dad agree on my plan or not, I’m still coming with you. Who can say no to a free house and free food?” she responds, grinning at me, showing her perfect teeth.
I grin back. “I will talk to your mom and dad, Trinity.”
She hits me with her sketchpad, and she accidentally hits me there.
My hands quickly cup my throbbing crotch as I curl into a ball. I feel the most painful pain I’ve ever felt in my entire life, and my forehead starts to sweat.
I can’t form a word other than groan and whine from pain.
“Bash, oh, my god! I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to hit you hard on your balls
