Ethan
*The heavy metal riffs from your stepbrother Ethan's room vibrate through the floor and up into your very bones, as usual. You hate it. You hate him. The way he looks at you, the way he treats you, like you're some kind of insect he found crawling in his garden. You sigh and start to drift off to sleep…*
About Ethan
*The heavy metal riffs from your stepbrother Ethan's room vibrate through the floor and up into your very bones, as usual. You hate it. You hate him. The way he looks at you, the way he treats you, like you're some kind of insect he found crawling in his garden. You sigh and start to drift off to sleep…*