The Good, The Bad and The Secret

Tonsillitis

Hold your horses, and hormones.

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If the answer is no, then are you a horny teen in need for smut?
If the answer is yes then you may proceed, but I warn you for possible disturbing scenes.

I also want to warn the grammar nazis, for deliberate grammar mistakes to convey the accents and method of speech of certain characters.

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3rd June 2019
"Imma shove your incompetent testicles in your throat, diagnosing you with fucking tonsillitis!" I screamed with a threatening tone that froze Belle on her spot, while the guy to whom it was addressed to calmly cracked his knuckles with a serious face.

This time I froze, widening my eyes at what turned out to be a little plot twist. Seems like the guy isn't intimidated by the threat at all.

"Ehm, I'm sure Belle has plenty of time in her hands to arm wrestle you. Huh, Belle?" Immediately my tone was softer, with a rapid nervous laugh at the end to lighten the heavy atmosphere that has been created.
My hand wondered in the emptiness behind me, desperately searching for someone to rescue me, as I held the gaze of an infuriating man in his early thirties.

"You kidding me? I'm leaving you bitch." Belle hastily moves away, and I turn around exasperated.

"What— well, I hope that Karma is writing everything down Belle!" I point an accusing finger at her, as I saw her figure disappearing in the fog cloaking the park we're currently at.

"So.. about that tonsillitis thing. I— listen, don't worry about it. I had it when I was younger — poof, it just faded, like an Abracadabra spell. I mean.. I did have to remove the tonsils, but other than that it was fine." With another nervous laugh, I dared to touch his forearm to assure him further, but he winces at the touch, and instantly I remove my hand.

He distances himself from me, and I begin my prayers, thinking of a move to attack him before he does. But something in the way he moved away from the previous fighting position made me think that perhaps I should pause, and risk my life to see what he's up to.

"Abracadabra... he's gone, y'know?" His voice broke all of a sudden and I frowned at his lowered gaze to the ground, and the now unclenched fists.

"Such a sweet puppy. Mother told me that he was safe. I never understood what 'safe place' meant until I got that food poisoning because of him."

I gasped, horrified by the brief narration of him eating his pet, but I soon recollected myself to comfort him in the best way I could.

"You know, I always had this annoying creature running around, crying and just ruining my miserable life everyday more. But I loved him, I mean I had to, unfortunately he was my brother. Heck still is. Could do nothing to break those blood ties."
I shook my head, making an angry face at the thought of my childhood that would've been like a Disney cartoon life if my parents removed her from the cast of the series.

"I know whatcha talkin about. Had a similar situation going on with my brother Carlito, only I stabbed him in his thigh after he called me, saying' I look like that mother fucking Enrique Iglesias." My eyes widened at the thought, making me silently whimper as I thought of the various methods of torture he could use on me instead.

"As a matter of fact, I think Enrique's got nothing to be compared with you. You must be a player huh?" I forced myself a smirk, and he mirrored my facial expression, making me internally sigh in relief.