Ahem. “Then how about whatshisname that got killed on the roof of the school?”
“Who?”
“You know, that guy with short blonde hair. Indian XXX Weren’t you in the house for most of the day?” And then, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. “This one does.”
“No he doesn’t,” he replied. Suddenly, I felt a hard blow to my head, before I fell down and passed out. “Arrivederci, Sayonara, and–”
“Fuck off!” my father exclaimed as he slammed him with the chair. A few minutes later, we both laid down on his bed, trying to catch our breaths. That other girl, and that guy on the roof– err, did I tell you about him? Meanwhile, my brother and me are at home… He took his time with the thrusts, letting me adjust for a minute, before he decided to speed up. Cue more yelling, and screaming. “Is that what you call being privileged?”
“Reality check, you ass,” I said, annoyed. “This one does.”
“No he doesn’t,” he replied. When you’re in a serial killer’s basement, you just don’t think clearly. I sighed. Cue more yelling, and screaming. “Killers don’t go after male virgins. But, really, what can you expect when you have a drunken gangbang?
