No I'm not.
I broke Cameron's left wrist.
And knocked him out a minute ago.
Yeah, that needs backstory, right?
Blahblahblah, arrived, blahblahblah, Cameron was bitching at me about Dad being found in a tree, blahblahblah, we fought, blahblahblah, he blacked my eye, I broke his wrist, blahblahblah, I dragged him to the car. (I'm cutting out all the really personal stuffs.)
Well, Reach is not impressed....
Cameron was whining about his wrist and I had to bind it with my bandana, so I need a new one. I can't just walk around with the bald patch on show.....
Good that where that prick stabbed me in the leg has healed to a nice scar now. I'd have hated to fight my brother on uneven terms.
And then he said about how I was when I was a kid in the car in front of Reach, trying to get a disgusted look out of him I don't doubt and I punched him in the face.
I mean, yeah, I've already told you all about how I was when I ran with the wrong crowd, but he was so vulgar about it.....
Urgh. We used to be so close.
I guess four years does that to a person.
Well, four years and a douchey Dad.
We're on our way to the airstrip now....Should get him out of our hair in a few hours and then Mum'll have to deal with the little bundle of joy.
So, Cam's slumped in the back seat, getting sniffed by Balth. Reach is driving and I'm going to guess, is not impressed with either of us, and I am silently fuming and cursing the day that Dad left and Slendy started stalking him.
Mum can find out the intricacies of why Cameron's being stalked, I just can't deal with him.
A year later.
Catch you on the flip side,