Scissors

Filled with genuine hatred both towards your sister and yourself for agreeing to this mess you clench your jaw standing up properly. The pure unadultered rage making dwarfing out the excruciating pain radiating from your loins. She will pay… she MUST pay.

You simply listen to your sister’s jeering as you draw scissors. She looks surprised at first “Oh geez would ya look who finally started using their brai-“ she gets cut off as you slam a roundhouse kick to her left ovary with every fibre of strength in your body sending her flying a good foot before falling on her face and throwing up… she curled up in a ball clenching her lower abdomen… shed felt her ovary crunch gruesomely and was afraid to even check if it still survived the brunt of your onslaught… Her eyes blurred with burning pain and tears.

You simply looked down at her. Now were even. You simply throw a towel at her

“Clean this shit up will ya?” Your tone left no room for disagreement as you get decent. Pulling your faded linkin park tshirt down with a little too much ****. She simply nods not even looking up… she couldnt decide if she felt more pain or nausea right now as she wiped off her own vomit with shaky hands as he opened the window to let the stench out.