“I never wanted you to happen and I was first so….. yeah.” He sneered

“That’s why I should praise you and now every time you come into every room I’m in?” You ask astonished but in an annoyed way.

“Yes” he smiled deviously and drank from a strawberry milkshake. “Come on, on your knees.” He pointed to the floor.

“When mom gets back in gonna-“you start. “Do what? I’m the favorite anyways, she’ll never believe or give a f*ck about you like me.” He laughed. “Now, on your knees.”