Daydreams Twenty-Five - “Just tell your parents I came

Daydreams
Twenty-Five

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“Just tell your parents I came over because my parents are on vacation for a while,” I begged Brian once his car stopped in front of his house.
“Alright,” he sighed, opening his door and stepping outside.
I followed after him.
I knew his house like the back of my hand.
“They’re probably asleep, so try and stay quiet,” Brian whispered to me before unlocking his door and letting us both inside.
“Where am I sleeping?” I asked.
“Derek’s room,” he said.
Derek was his three-year-old brother, the cutest thing in the world.
“Isn’t he sleeping?” I whispered.
“Sh*t,” Brian cursed, “I’ll take the couch tonight.”
“No, I’ll take the couch, it’s-” I tried to protest, but Brian interrupted me.
“Sh,” he hushed, placing a finger to my lips, “It’s okay. I promise.”
It was still so dark in his house I could barely see a thing.
“Can you turn a light on?” I asked once he removed his finger.
Within a second, the foyer light flicked on and I could see Brian’s tired face as clear as day.
Suddenly, his expression went from blank to very worried.
I raised an eyebrow.
“How hard did that f*cking idiot hit you? Damn it, Kylie,” he whisper-yelled, placing a hand to my face.
“What was I supposed to do?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“Defend yourself! It’s not that hard!”
My eyes filled with angry tears and my jaw clenched in rage.
“And how exactly to do expect me to do that?”
“Fight back!”
“Against a forty-something-year-old man? Are you kidding me? Do you know how hard it is to even stand up after he’s finished with me? Do you know how dizzy his punches make me? Do you see the bruises on my arms? God, Brian.”
“I’m just saying. Maybe if you started lifting weights or something it would help. I just can’t stand seeing you like this.”
“Well then don’t look at me,” I snapped, hastily walking up the spiral staircase and into his bedroom.
It was already embarrassing enough that I was staying at his house, and now he’s humiliating me by telling me I need to start lifting weights so I can defend myself.
Sure, he had a point, but did he really need to bring it up now?
I shook my head as a tear rolled down my cheek.
I walked into his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed, only to see him follow in after me and shut the door.



Wow. Everyone's mean to poor. Kylie.
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