Homicide and insanity...
I just had to run away from my own home for fear of my safety... NOT cool, doobies.
So it all started when my sister came home this afternoon with her boyfriend, Steve, at 2:30. He took her coat off like a good doobie, but that was all the good he did that I saw. He then threw the coat on my FACE. OK, not something you do in another person's household, even if it is your girlfriend's home. So he then picked her up, slinging her over his right shoulder, commenting that perhaps she's gained weight. ... Strike two, no? And then he proceeded to smack her ass multiple times, with her still over his shoulder. This led to some wrestling right in front of me, along with comments of: "Steve, let me touch your vagina!!!" "No, not my vagina!". Ok, I can deal with that... kind of. I mean, I can ignore it.
But what happened next was unacceptable. My sister jumps up from on top of Steve and proclaims, "Hey, Steve! Jill has TWO vaginas!"
I had NO clue what she meant. Despite this, she comes over, attempting to unwrap the blanket I had around me. I'm wiggling around, telling her to stop, but she continues. Steve comes over, "Oh, man, I have to see this." And he joins in, both of them pinning me down, taking off the blanket, and lifting up the bottom of my shirt.
My sister starts poking at my belly button. "See, Steve! Look how DEEP it is!" And so he joins in, too. Now I have two teenage assholes with their index fingers jammed into my abdomen, pumping away. Becca: "Oh, Jiiiiill... Two on oooooone." And then Steve commences rapidly poking my belly button, making lewd noises, and feigning finger ejaculation. All the while, I'm freaking out, trying to get away. After the apparent finger ejaculation, the two let go and walk away giggling, finally ending up on the floor next to me, with Steve's shirt off and Becca on top of him, giving him a massage.
My retaliation? I hit Becca, and she hit me back, laughing.
I am NOT happy. NOT a fun thing to have a mock rape. I feel silly about it, but I feel a bit violated. But I guess it's a bit merited... that was fucking weird and gross and uncalled for.
Also, Steve has NO right to be touching me. I don't care what the hell his relationship is with my sister, he has NO RIGHT to touch ME.
Lastly, the skin in your belly button is extremely thin and sensitive. I was sore for a few hours afterward. I want to fucking kill those kids.
I didn't, though. I just told my parents when they got home about it. They told my sister that what Steve did was inappropriate and to tell him not to touch me. She flipped out and went into an extreme rage. During this, I was away getting a paycheck. My mom called me after, saying Becca was home alone... and not to go home if I knew what was good for me, at least until she got back. So I had to turn tail about a mile from my house, and go to south Nashua to stay with the FIRST crew for a while.
The sister is apparently furious with me. I can't imagine why. She wanted to leave to spend the night at a friend's (remind you of thanksgiving break?) because she can't stand to be around her horrible older sister.
I can't stand that asshole boyfriend of my sister, Steve. He's a horrible influence on her, he's bad to her (no matter how much she denies it), and he has her wrapped around his finger... What an ass.
I'm not happy, and I just want to get back to Marist... with the boo's.
So it all started when my sister came home this afternoon with her boyfriend, Steve, at 2:30. He took her coat off like a good doobie, but that was all the good he did that I saw. He then threw the coat on my FACE. OK, not something you do in another person's household, even if it is your girlfriend's home. So he then picked her up, slinging her over his right shoulder, commenting that perhaps she's gained weight. ... Strike two, no? And then he proceeded to smack her ass multiple times, with her still over his shoulder. This led to some wrestling right in front of me, along with comments of: "Steve, let me touch your vagina!!!" "No, not my vagina!". Ok, I can deal with that... kind of. I mean, I can ignore it.
But what happened next was unacceptable. My sister jumps up from on top of Steve and proclaims, "Hey, Steve! Jill has TWO vaginas!"
I had NO clue what she meant. Despite this, she comes over, attempting to unwrap the blanket I had around me. I'm wiggling around, telling her to stop, but she continues. Steve comes over, "Oh, man, I have to see this." And he joins in, both of them pinning me down, taking off the blanket, and lifting up the bottom of my shirt.
My sister starts poking at my belly button. "See, Steve! Look how DEEP it is!" And so he joins in, too. Now I have two teenage assholes with their index fingers jammed into my abdomen, pumping away. Becca: "Oh, Jiiiiill... Two on oooooone." And then Steve commences rapidly poking my belly button, making lewd noises, and feigning finger ejaculation. All the while, I'm freaking out, trying to get away. After the apparent finger ejaculation, the two let go and walk away giggling, finally ending up on the floor next to me, with Steve's shirt off and Becca on top of him, giving him a massage.
My retaliation? I hit Becca, and she hit me back, laughing.
I am NOT happy. NOT a fun thing to have a mock rape. I feel silly about it, but I feel a bit violated. But I guess it's a bit merited... that was fucking weird and gross and uncalled for.
Also, Steve has NO right to be touching me. I don't care what the hell his relationship is with my sister, he has NO RIGHT to touch ME.
Lastly, the skin in your belly button is extremely thin and sensitive. I was sore for a few hours afterward. I want to fucking kill those kids.
I didn't, though. I just told my parents when they got home about it. They told my sister that what Steve did was inappropriate and to tell him not to touch me. She flipped out and went into an extreme rage. During this, I was away getting a paycheck. My mom called me after, saying Becca was home alone... and not to go home if I knew what was good for me, at least until she got back. So I had to turn tail about a mile from my house, and go to south Nashua to stay with the FIRST crew for a while.
The sister is apparently furious with me. I can't imagine why. She wanted to leave to spend the night at a friend's (remind you of thanksgiving break?) because she can't stand to be around her horrible older sister.
I can't stand that asshole boyfriend of my sister, Steve. He's a horrible influence on her, he's bad to her (no matter how much she denies it), and he has her wrapped around his finger... What an ass.
I'm not happy, and I just want to get back to Marist... with the boo's.