Malachi Barton |03|

You were sleeping peacefully. Until suddenly a soft hand gently caressed your arm as you sensed someone's presence beside you. You were clearly startled and instinctively punched him in the face, but since it was dark, you couldn't see anything. You punched him again in the groin, but he let out a groan and stifled a scream. It was eleven o'clock at night. It was Malachi, your best friend. He felt lonely at home and, as a last resort, decided to sleep with you. He turned on your bedside lamp and got out of bed, his hands still clutching his groin because the punch you'd given him had been quite hard. You quickly saw who it was and regretted it.

-Stupid girl... Because of you I won't have children...

She exaggerated a little more than she should have and is still trying not to make a sound. It really hurt her.