The Day My But Went Psycho Mga Nobela at Kwento

He kept soothingly rubbing my back, settling me back into the lull of sleep. But not before I heard him finally reply, “One day, Brenda. One day.” There are two types of freak-outs in the world. Shocked-what-the-effing-hell freak-outs and angry-what-the-effing-hell freak-outs. I’d experienced both in the past sixty minutes. The former from my mom and the latter from my best friend. In fact, Day was still going. **** ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** ******* * “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! I bought the friggin’ pee stick. How could you leave me hanging?!”

I stepped out immediately, my patience completely gone. Straight toward the restroom. I splashed cold water on my trousers. Using the toilet paper towels. “Kai!! You are a bastard. Everybody today are Bastards!!” I scrubbed at my trousers like I could erase the entire day. “This day is cursed,” I muttered. “Kai shows up, people act like idiots, and now this..” I shut off the tap harshly. Took a breath. Another one! Fine! Whatever!! I said some words of affirmation, “None of this will kill me.”

No words ,no sympathy But like a damn psychopath I loved it ,I wanted it , his fat cock ,I bit my lower lip ,my screams filling the air ,I body jerking from his hard thrust ,I was 3 minutes in and 2 seconds from creaming ..,

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

" I tense at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice. my eyes snapping shut. Oh, great, can this day possibly get any worse?

Then I whispered to myself: “Jesus… am I a psycho?” I slapped my hand over my face and groaned. Yeah. Definitely a psycho.

I yelled inside my room. “Hey I’m not an old hag!” she yelled back. Psycho. “Come on, Sweetheart! I think you badly need me right now so open this door!” “I DON’T NEED YOU SO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I DECAPITATE YOUR HEAD!” “You’re so harsh! Fine! Just make sure to go to my office tomorrow okay?!” “GO AWAY!!” That psycho, bugging me every single day. She has no difference with that damn retard who talks a lot.

There it was, the video of me being fucked in every hole, while I moaned like a bitch in heat. My face was drained of color. That psycho had fucking played me again!

There is not a single moment that I did not wish for his death and if ever there's a chance of me seeing him again, I will chop off his manhood and feed it to him. I sighed and stood up. "Time to embark on a new day." I mumbled to myself robotically. I sat down in front of a small worn out table and reached for the foil and put some powder into it before sniffing it. I closed my eyes and hummed to myself when I felt it entering my system. It calmed me and made me forget about my stupid dreams, like it always does. I stared into nothing and laughed, heh, seems like all I ever do now is laugh or cry by myself like a crazy woman. I wouldn't be surprised if I find myself in Asylum one of these d

"Chester, I have a splitting headache… Am I really insane? I thought I saw blood on the floor today." A thought flashed past his eyes, but he sat down gently and handed me the two white pills. "See? You're hallucinating again. Take the medicine, and you'll be fine—all the strange things will disappear." I opened my mouth obediently and took the pills, lifting the glass and tilting my head back. As the water slid down my throat, I tucked the pills into the soft hollow beneath my tongue. Watching my throat move as I swallowed, Chester finally relaxed. He tucked the blanket around me and said, "Go to sleep. I've got some work to handle in the study tonight. I might be up late."