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“I’m a virgin, wank-stain!” I screamed, feeling that one hit a little too close to a nerve.
“Yeah,” Kev snorted, with a shake of his head. “You’re a virgin, and I’m Santa Claus.”
“That’s it,” I snarled, choosing violence, as I lunged for my brother. “Make your peace with Jesus, dick brain, because I’m about to become the only child I should have been before your shitty egg gatecrashed Mam’s womb!”
Like two gladiators poised for battle, we lunged at each other.
Prepared for my onslaught, Kev swiped a clothes hanger off the floor and flung it at me. “Oh, bring it on, fatty-bang-bang.”
“You’re going to have to do better than that, sir-wank-a-lot,” I snarled, bending like one of the fellas from The Matrix to avoid a hanger to the face.
“You mean like this?” Kev hissed, spearing me to the ground with a loud thud. “How’s that for a wrestling move?”
“You…won’t…defeat…me,” I strangled out, as I attempted to use my hips to buck him off my chest. “And…you…called…me…fat.“
One minute, my brother was sitting on my chest, and forcing me to slap myself with my own damn hands, and the next he was pinned to my bedroom wall.
“The hell are you doing?” Kev wheezed out, as Joey pressed his forearm harder into his throat. “Lynchy, stop, I can’t…breathe…”
“You think it’s okay to touch her like that?” he snarled, completely livid. “You think I’m going sit back and do nothing? I don’t fucking think so, asshole—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Joey, stop!” Springing up, I raced over to them. “Let go,” I instructed, grabbing ahold of his arm. “Joey, let go. It’s okay. He wasn’t hurting me.”
“He put his fucking hands on you, Molloy,” he roared, shaking with temper, as he continued to put pressure on my brother’s windpipe. “I saw him with my own goddamn eyes.”
“We were just playing around,” I hurried to explain, as I slid between both boys, and forced him to release his death grip on my brother’s throat. “That’s what we do, Joe. It’s a game we play.”
“But he put hishandson you.” Joey’s eyes bulged. “I fucking saw.“
“I was messing with her,” Kev choked out. “I wouldn’t really hurt my sister like that, you thick bastard.”
“Shut up, Kev,” I hissed, shoving him out of way, before turning my attention back to my classmate. “Joey…, shh, shh, Joe, look at me.” Reaching up, I cupped his face between my hands. “Lookat me.”
Reluctantly, he did, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight.
His eyes were wild and feral looking.
He was visibly shaking with barely restrained anger, as he clenched his fists to the point where his knuckles had turned white.
“He. Hurt. You.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Isawhim.”
“I’m okay,” I heard myself sooth, thumbs smoothing over his stubbly jaw. “And you’re okay. It’s okay. Everyone’s okay.”
“I’m not!” Kev wheezed, clutching at his throat, as he staggered from my room. “I’m not okay, Aoife.”
“Kev, wait, don’t say anything to Dad,” I called out, chasing after my brother. “He didn’t mean—“
“He could’ve killed me, Aoife,” Kev strangled out, as he stormed into his bedroom, still clutching his throat. “That psycho nearly killed me.”
“But he didn’t?” I offered lamely, only to receive a door slammed in my face for my troubles. “Dammit.”
Shaking out my trembling hands, I drew in a steadying breath and hurried back to my room.
“Yeah, so Kev’s beyond pissed.” I slammed the door shut and glared at my rogue protector. “What did you that for, Joe? He’s going to tell our parents and you’re going to end up getting in trouble with Dad.”
