On Saturday morning, Eminem's music woke me up.
I cursed under my breath and sat up in bed. What the hell was wrong with Lucke? It was one thing for him to listen to music in the afternoon, but not in the morning while normal people were sleeping. My stepbrother never got tired of blasting loud music. He had been doing it since I arrived at this house, playing all kinds of songs and having his own private party.
Today I wasn't going to do anything productive. My plan was to stay home and read a book from my to-read list, but I wasn't going to let the "rebellious" kid interrupt my sleep either.
Last night, when I left my room to make my dinner, I found him with a girl in the hallway. She was kissing his neck while he was groping her breasts right in front of me, ready to have s*x right t
