Chapter 105
Chapter 105
Ultimately, the puto cabrón broke up with Winnie because she wouldn’t have sex with him.
He thought, because they were in a relationship, she should do whatever he wanted. Even if what he wanted was for someone to get his dick wet.
As if Winnie wasn’t fifteen. As if she wasn’t a child.
So, after the way he treated her throughout the course of their so–called “relationship“, and after he dumped her, he didn’t
know what hit him.
Literally.
Flynn punched him in the face and the piece of shit was knocked out cold as soon as the younger boy’s fist made contact.
Flynn got suspended. He told the principal that the asshole deserved more than just one punch. It got him a longer suspension but he had just smiled and said it was worth it.
that day
- on.
And if Winnie and Flynn hadn’t been close before, they were attached at the hip from that
Which is why I say, apart from dad, no one cares about my sister more than Flynn. Not even me, and that’s saying something. Not to say I don’t care about her, because I do. More than anything. Flynn just cares about her so much, it honestly makes me tear up sometimes (and question why I don’t have a Flynn of my own). Maybe it’s because she was the only person he had for the longest time after he moved here from the Bronx. Or maybe she just showed him more love than anyone ever had before. I don’t know. But what I do know, is that no one has ever had each other’s back more than those two.
Which is why I had no right to get jealous that day in the living room a few months ago. Absolutely no right at all.
Nobody ever said I was rational.
Anyway, back to Winnie.
If Winnie wasn’t bad enough before, Christian really fucked her up.
And while she’s doing a lot better now than she was last year, that doesn’t mean all her issues just got up and walked away.
Our mother was the best parent anyone could ask for. She was always warm, attentive, and loving. But because she passed. when we were so young, you could say that’s what kind of kick started Winnie’s abandonment issues. We always had aunt Megan, but it wasn’t the same. It didn’t help that Winnie completely shut off and refused to let anyone help her. Dad didn’t know what to do and ended up sending her to therapy for a couple years, which actually really helped and she eventually stopped going.
But then, six years later, Christian’s stupid ass came and made everything ten times worse.
I could’ve fucking killed him.
My father’s a cop, I could’ve gotten away with murder.
Unfortunately. I’m not quite that crazy. So instead, when we were playing baseball in Gym the next day, I made sure to hit the
ball in Christian’s direction. It hit him in the crotch. Hard.
It’s probably the only time I’ve ever been good at sports.
Chapter 105
And I have never been so thankful for Sophomore class and senior class for having Gym at the same time.
Because Winnic had become so good at hiding what she was feeling, dad never found out about Christian. Or the fact that she honestly probably needed to start seeing a therapist again. She refused to go.
That brings us up to date. Winnie doesn’t want the same thing to happen with Adonis.
And Adonis, god, that boy treats her so well–and they aren’t even together. And I know he’d never hurt her. Not if he wanted
- 10.
Winnie’s just terrified.
“avia. Octavial”
“Huh?” My eyes focus on the
“Huh?” My eyes focus on the hand waving in front of my face.
“I’ve been trying to talk to you for the last ten minutes.” Flynn tells me with furrowed eyebrows before he nods down at my hand. “And your ice cream melted.”
“Shit-” I hurriedly grab a few napkins from the holder, wiping the mess off the table and my hand. I still eat the cone though because I refuse to waste it after paying for it.
A quick recap; I brought Flynn to get ice cream and asked him to prom -as friends- and he said yes. I guess I must have zoned
out after that.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I was just thinking.”
He gives me a look. “About what?”
I stare at him for a moment before sighing.
“Winnie.” I state. “You should talk to her.”
What’s wrong
The way his face goes from confused to concerned is almost comical, yet heartwarming all the same. “Winnie? What’s with Winnie? Did something happen?”
“Technically nothing.” I tap on the table with a small grimace when his face grows more concerned and a little bit annoyed.
“Octavia, I swear to God. I am not dealing with your bullshit today. If something’s wrong with Winnie-*
“Nothing. I emphasise. “She just doesn’t tell Kamri and I everything like she does with you. I’m her twin, but for some reason,
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you’re the motherfucker she can’t live without.”
1 see him fail to hold back a smile at that and I laugh under my breath.
