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SOTMH : Chapter 2

 Calvin MacMillan

As I enter the house, my smile and happiness instantly faltered at the scene I just saw. James, making out with a girl in the living room. The girl is straddling my brother, arms on his neck and hands gripping his hair, tugging it. James on the other hand is loving it. His hands are under the girl's shirt, but it's obvious that James is gripping her intimate due to the movement. He is shirtless by the way.

They haven't noticed my presence. But I'm glad though because I don't want them to know that I saw them doing disgusting stuff in this house. It does not just saw, it's also, heard. I would always hear moans and groans every time I would pass in his room. Having sex with the door creaked open. I don't even know if they would intentionally do it on purpose or they're just blind and dumb.

Not wanting to see the scene any longer, I run upstairs towards my room silently closing the door but just before I step on the stairs, I heard Desmond's voice then, the sudden rustle of movements that It's really crystal clear that it's from the two bitches.

In the room, I hear the rumbling voices of Desmond and James, shouting at each other. I went to get my beats headphones and slap them on my ears. I then turned it to the highest volume, desperate to remove the shouting that id echoing in the house.

I sat on my bed, raising my legs and hug them, thighs touching my chest. As I was just listening to the music and looking around in my room, my thoughts went back to the time we're me and my brother are still happily playing in here. The brother I once loved and idolized before he completely changes to what he is right now.

FLASHBACK

"Calvin! Lunch is re---" My brother, James got cut off from what he was saying when I throw a pillow at his face. Once the pillow falls on the ground, and the expression that he made is precious. I laugh at his face so hard that I had to hold my stomach. His face is a shock mixed with anger. He looks at me for a couple of seconds, processing what just happened then looks down at the fluffy material beside his feet.

"Did you just." He started, picking it up with one hand. He stares at me again before continuing his statement. "Hit me with a pillow in. my. face?" He finishes, stressing the last three words he emits.

I just act innocent and tilt my head as if I got confused at his question.

"No?" I don't know what I was trying to say, replying or asking. My brother's lips twitch upwards as he starts to march towards me slowly.

"So, you're going to lie to your older brother now huh?" He said, swaying the pillow in his grasp. I shake my head, denying but I still have a small smile on my face. "Really? How about I --" he suddenly hits me with my pillow, covering my face as he pushes me on my bed, hovering me.

"Ahh!" I yelp and scream as he starts tickling me. I squirm in his embrace, trying to escape but it's no use since his thighs are locking me in place. "No! Ahh, stop! Hahaha no!" I laugh super hard, it's like all the air inside my body is leaving me. I can't breathe properly.

"You dare throw a pillow at me huh? You little brat!" He growled, laughing evilly as move his fingers, even more, intensifying the ticklish feeling he's giving me.

"No, wait! I'm sorry I'm sorry! Plea--hahaha!" I cannot speak properly in this state. He keeps tickling until he is satisfied before laying on top of me

"You're still going to do that to me?" He asked, his hands are still on my sides, always ready for battle. I am panting so hard, it's like I ran a great distance. "You won't speak to me? How I ti--" he was about to tickle me again since his hands are slowly moving again if I didn't insert.

"No! Not again! No more!" I said between pants. He laughs, rolling to the side with me in his arms. I was now on top of him, my head on his chest.

I can't also help but laugh, making fun of myself for not thinking about the consequences if I did that to my brother. Nonetheless, I was contented and satisfied. At least, we're both happy.

FLASHBACK END

I didn't notice that I was already crying if I haven't tasted something salty on the side of my lips. I aggressively wipe the pathetic tears away with my palm, getting pissed at myself for being this sensitive.

Why still think about something that would never happen again. He changed, he's not the brother I know 3 years ago. He is not the brother that is protective, caring, loving, and clingy. He is now the new James MacMillan, the cold, fuckboy, and hot-headed person. I thought to myself.

I decided that I'm done being disgustingly emotional. I get out of my bed and remove my headphones. The house is silent now, the two men downstairs are now finish shouting at each other. I sighed

I took off my clothes and got naked. I throw the dirty clothes on the laundry basket located in the far corner of the room. I walked towards the shower and started to get myself clean for bed.

I use my strawberry body wash and some sweet-scented shampoo. I rub, scrub and rinse my body from head to chest, stomach, legs, back, and most importantly, my ass and penis.

Once I am squeaky clean, I dry myself with a big white towel and cover myself with my black bathrobe with my name stitched on the back as an indication.

My stomach growled, really wanting to be filled. I look at the wall clock and it reads 6:27 pm. I am in this freaking room crying for an hour!?

I walked out of my room in just a robe towards the kitchen. Once I arrive at the huge kitchen, I saw two maids cleaning. Mia, a 19 years old part-time girl, and Aunt Crystal, 32 years old lady, married to a kind and sweet guy who is my father's driver and has two children. I call every maid aunts or uncles if there are older.

"Good evening sir Calvin!" Crystal is the first one to notice and greeted me. Mia got startled when she heard Aunt Crystal's word

"Hello, sir Calvin. I'm sorry if I didn't notice you immediately" she apologizes. I just wave them both off.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not address me with a sir. It makes me feel old and besides. You are all part of the family" I informed them chuckling. I don't know the exact times I told them but I know it's more than a hundred times.

"Are you hungry si-- I mean Calvin? I can cook you something if you want" Mia asked me. I just shook my head.

"No, it's ok. I will do it, Thank you. You can continue what you are doing" I replied, walking towards the fridge. Mia nodded and continue to what she was doing.

I scan the available food on the fridge, deciding on what I'm going to have for dinner. I declared to just go for pasta. I took all the ingredients, chopping them, and start working.  

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