I have made the mistake of throwing Tyson out the window. The landing almost killed him. That week I was not allowed to hunt. I will never make the mistake of harming Tyson in that way again. He is a treasure to the family, as my mother says.
He thinks some of his daydreams play in his mind but in the Demonic Domain, another Realm few humans are aware of, it is really happening.
I sigh, but am to the women who gave birth to me in less than a second.
I shrug, grabbing my white mini backpack off the counter.
That's the right attitude to be taking with your work if you're around here- no one's going to flame you, but it's unlikely that they're going to tell you you're perfect either. So you're in the right place!With my step brother on top, he straddles me with a back and forth motion.
His name is Tyson and he is a half demon who suffers with a mental disability– Schizophrenia.
My voice was tight with tears. “Tyson,” I do not like to show my fright; it shows just how weak I am. “Stop it.”
My voice is impressively angry, “get the hell off me!”
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