“Kyle! Kyle! Wake up!”
Opening my eyes, “The f**k?” I grumbled, seeing my youngest brother Sammy inside my bedroom, shaking and waking me up.
“Wake the f**k up!”
“I am awake! Jesus!” I palmed and rubbed my face. I just came home from the party last night and wasn’t even getting a night’s sleep when Samuel dashed into my room as if something terrible had happened. “What’s your problem?!” I snarled, checking the bedside clock. It was only four in the morning.
“Sam…. She’s calling for you,” Sammy frantically answered.
“And so?! What’s wrong?”
“She’s been complaining of a stomach ache,”
“The f**k!? You woke me up because of that?!” I irritatingly complained.
“You don’t understand me,” Sammy replied, “I told her that we will go to the hospital, and she asked me to wake you up,”
