Yup. Here i am. Sitting in my room. Waiting for his response. I checked my phone seeing that he saw my message, but didn't text back.
"What are you doing?" Asked my dumbass of a brother. He wasn't supposed to know that I have social media on my phone, but I'm sure he knows.
"Why do you care?" I yelled kicking him away before he saw what I was on. I wasn't satisfied with hiding things from my parents, but it was necessary if I had to exploit my life to others.
"Usually I would lock myself kn the bathroom and wait for mom to get home, but Imma torture you today." He said. For the fun of it, he punched me. I wasn't glad, but I ended up going on the bathroom.
"Ugh..." I said once the privacy of four walls and two doors comforted me.
This wasn't my plan, I thought to myself, I was supposed to sneak out to see him. The light of my eyes, my prohibited lover. And outta nowhere, ah look, he replied.
It read, "Your brother is telling me to get off your property."
"Who cares? Just get close." Went my reply.
After that, the day was a mess. Too complicated for words, but we'll get there.
