Later on, Jayce came in to check on us. “You’re not bothering her too much, are you monkey?” (Place name here) stood up and tried pushing Jayce out the door. “Go away. She’s playing with me now.” Jayce mocked looking offended. “You’ve had her for an hour. Let me have turn with her now. She’s here to see me after all.” (Place name here) wouldn’t budge. “I want to play with her more! She’s more fun then you!” “Sorry squirt, but I’m bigger than you and older than you, so she’s mine now. You can have her later.” Were they really fighting over me? I never imagined that if two guys were ever disillusioned enough to fight over me, that it would be between a twenty year old and his four year old brother. “I’m not some toy you can toss back and forth, you know.” They ignored me and continued fighting. They even began tugging on my arms. That was the last straw. It was cute at first, having a four year old fight for me like that, but this was getting ridiculous. And I HATED being touched. Panicking, I shook them off and ran away. Right then, I would rather be anywhere than there.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 06:42:24 +0000