#Chapter 51: Influx

Matt “Dude, you don’t get it,” Jack said. “Celeste should know better. But to hell with it; if she wants to scrub floors, she can do that. I won’t be giving her money anymore.” Without another word, Jack walked into the living room and sank down on the couch. I watched in horror as he casually picked up his video game controller and began to play. Following him, I stood in front of the TV, my arms folded tightly across my chest. “Why don’t you give a shit that another student is bullying your little sister?” I asked. Jack merely scoffed. “Why should I?” he replied, pausing his game and glaring up at me. “She’s a moron. If she didn’t always do such moronic things, then she wouldn’t get bullied. It’s as simple as that.” The disdain in Jack’s voice cut through the tension of the room, making my stomach churn. I couldn't fathom how he could talk to his sister that way. A vivid image of my little sister, Patricia, filled my mind, and I could never imagine speaking to her