‘Oh you poor thing,’ he says soothingly whilst putting his hand on my head, trying to gauge whether or not I have a temperature. The pain is frightening and I hope that if I’m going to die then it’ll be quick, and I don’t have to deal with the pain anymore. Pornhub I tell him shaking my head. I don’t want his hand down there. I’m going to tell Dad that you have a migraine, and have to go to bed.’ I scramble into my pants and jeans. We never just get to sit in silence and colour in. ‘We’ll play a new game,’ I tell him although still not happy with him.
