Fierce

Shane Peters was a jerk.
Itching powder.
Touching my butt whenever he felt like it.
He was a thorn in my side.

Guess what?
He just happened to be my adopted brother.
We were close to graduation.
Time to leave and go to college.
I knew it was silly.
Simply mad.

The idea of waking up and not having the thorn in my side.
Made me feel as if I would have an open wound that only he could heal.

Author's Note:

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or