My father came over to America from Ireland when he was thirteen. Our family owns a transport company called Flynn Logistics. This has not always been my choice, but over the years, I’ve grown to love my room. I spend most of my days right here, in my bedroom. “He can’t hold onto us forever, you know? We gotta grow up sometime.” Terah’s face softens, and she sits on the edge of my bed. Suddenly feeling defensive, I scowl at her. “Lily, you’re gonna dry up like an old prune. She says nothing just smiles huge and nods excitedly. I look at her ensemble and already shake my head vigorously. My bedroom door opens and my sister, Terah, creeps in and shuts the door behind her, careful not to make a sound.
Tapping the screen on my eReader to turn the page, I cringe and whine, “Oh, you stupid son of a bitch! She’s sleeping with your brother!” Shaking my head, I sigh, “Serves you right for falling in love with a ho.” She wrapped her small hand around his thick girth and squeezed.
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