Chapter 3: Gulf

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Something hurts. Something's heavy. I can't move. It hurts to open my eyes.  What just happened? My jaw hurts. Someone punched me. I can't remember who.

"Finally, you're now awake." Who the fuck is this guy?

"Water. Give me water."

"Haha. That bad huh? How can my sister even be attracted to you. Can't even take a punch....It's on the bedside table. Fix yourself up and come to the porch after, we still need to talk." Yup, Lisa's brother.

"I——- don't ——think l'm ready to talk."

"Don't worry, we're just in the fifth floor, you'd still be alive if I decide to push you."

Is that suppose to make me feel better? Ouch. I hurt all over. I curse all women. I curse all women with brothers. I curse all women with brothers who look like they came out of a Vogue Magazine and can still carry a punch. Oh yes, my mind now remembers his broad shoulders, his peircing eyes, even that faint Jo Malone he's wearing. I bet my ass, he's rich. Another reason why I broke up with his sister. They stink of money.

They stink of the very reason I want to get out of this town.

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