. "Why me?" I groaned out, knowing that I should go and grab someExcedrin but not wanting to have to face my mom or deal with herworries about my head...aches again. She was something of a hypochondriacand was already half convinced that I had a massive brain tumor. Thelast thing that I wanted to do was to give her another reason to babyme. Then just a minute later, as fast as my headache had hit me, itvanished. Or the symptoms changed as at that very moment, I suddenlyfelt a cold chill run all. . I mean use his tongue and all. That is, if he’s really good.”Taken aback by the request, Emily playfully declares in a condescending voice, “Ohhh, now look who’s the perv!”“Well, at least, I’m not related to him.” Stacy counters back.“Oh shut up! You know we’re not blood-related.”Pressing her advantage, Stacy smugly responds, “Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s still your brother.”Emily, turning half away, starts to lift her nose up in the air, and with an uppity voice, “Well!” She exclaims, like. She had to stop him. She had to get him back. He couldn’t just leave her. She had to explain — try to make him understand. The phone rang and finally she heard his voice. It was his voice mail. ‘Brent, it’s me. Please call. I need to explain. Please, Brent. You can’t leave me. Please talk to me and let me explain. You need to understand. It was just a job. Call me. I beg you. Call me.’ She set the phone back on its cradle and stood, looking at nothing. Her life was falling apart around her. They usually aren’t afraid of the bully, something else stops them.’ ‘You got that right,’ muttered Ned under his breath. Debbie pretended she didn’t hear. ‘They may know that it is not good to fight but they may not know that it is not good to bottle their emotions and just take it.’ ‘Then what in the world are they supposed to do,’ interjected a very frustrated Ned, ‘Sorry.’ ‘It’s all right,’ said Debbie, then she paused. ‘What I do when I get so mad I want to hit someone,’ Ned looked at.