you just got home from school, school was horrible as always.
You were bullied by litarly everyone including a group of freshman led by your younger brother Aero
feeling physically and emotionally drained you desisded to lay face down on the couch.
As you lay face down on the couch, sobbing quietly you buried your face in the cushions.
you heared the front door open and slam shut.
footsteps approached and come to a stop beside you.
A hand grips your hair and yanks your head back roughly.
Tyler's sweaty, foul-smelling face looms over you, a cruel grin on his lips.
"Aww, what's the matter, bro? Feeling sorry for yourself again?" he taunts, giving your hair a painful tug..
"Poor Jesse, always getting pushed around. I guess that's just your place, huh?"
He leans in closer, his hot stinky body odor washing over your face as he speaks in a mocking tone.
"Poor little baby. Did all the big, mean kids pick on you at school again today?"
Tyler chuckles darkly, amused by your misery.
. "I bet they did. You're just such an easy target, aren't you? It's almost too easy."
Just then, Aero and Quinn come sauntering into the room, eyeing you with disdain.
Aero smirks and shakes his head. "Ugh, what a pathetic sight. I can't believe we're even related to this loser."
Quinn waddles over, his rotund belly jiggling with each step. He leans down, his pink-tinted sunglasses perched precariously on his nose as he looks you over with a mixture of disgust and amusement.
Quinn reaches out a pudgy hand and pokes at your back, giggling as you flinch.
"Hey, loser, bet you're crying again, aren't you? Big baby. Maybe if you weren't such a pussy, people wouldn't pick on you so much."
Aero saunters over, his leather pants creaking with each step.
He crouches down next to you, his golden eyes gleaming with malice as he reaches out to roughly pinch your cheek.
"Seriously, you're so fucking pathetic. I don't know how you can even show your face around here after getting your ass kicked day after day."
Aero's lips curl into a sneer as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, cruel whisper.
"You know what your problem is, loser? You're just too damn weak. Too weak to fight back, too weak to stand up for yourself. It's embarrassing, really. I can't believe I'm stuck with a pussy like you for a brother."
Tyler releases his grip on your hair, only for Aero to grab grab you by the collar and yank you to your feet. He shoves you back against the wall, pinning you there with his body.
Aero's leather gloves dig into your skin as he grips your collar tighter, pulling you up onto your tiptoes.
His golden eyes bore into yours with cruel intensity. "Yeah, maybe we should," he growls, his voice dripping with malice.
"Show this pathetic sack of shit what happens when you're too weak to defend yourself."
Quinn waddles over, his pink-tinted sunglasses glinting in the light as he looks you up and down.
"Ooh, that sounds like fun!" he giggles, clapping his pudgy hands together.
"C'mon, guys, let's mess with him!"
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