The noise from the house made my head spin. I felt like a swarm of bees buzzed around my head. My sisters were at it again ‘partying’ (I choose to call it that because they were doing more than just listening to music). I was not ready for this, so I turned back.
Heading to where? The first thought was S.B’s house. But was that even an option? I just had a session with her husband and welcoming me for the night would be a great favor on his part. I wished my parents were home.
But B.J surely knew how to get me pissed. He always acted like a big brother (that’s a plus) but monitoring my every movement is what I wouldn’t take. Agreed, he’s married to my sister, his lovely wedded wife to love and to cherish till death do them part but he’s got no right whatsoever to monitor me!
Yes! I felt the colour drain from my face. I stood there for a while deciding what to do; either to walk into the house and give the girls a piece of my mind or swallow my pride and go back (pleadingly) to my sister’s house.
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