Threading Writing Samples

Narrative | As Hunter | Narrative | As Jane | As V


There wasn’t anything he could do about it. Bentley’s sister turned eighteen years old, and she was off to venture out into the world, IE: New York City. It felt like only yesterday they were climbing jaded fences that bordered the side of their apartment. And there she was, packing to leave. Packing to leave him. All his life, Bentley’s sole purpose was to look out for his little sister and make sure that her nose was where it ought to be; out and away from trouble. How was he supposed to be certain that will happen? The sad truth about it was that…he wouldn’t be. Natalie was a young adult, and just like everybody, she will make mistakes and she will do things she may regret, and that alone horrified Bentley.

All his life, he was taught to look out for his mother and his sister, and since the tragic death of their father, Bentley was going to do just that. He had excelled in many ways that both his mother and sister couldn’t imagine. Bentley had taken up many jobs in hopes to create a dent in their debt, made decisions that maybe wasn’t so moral, and sacrificed his education to work in aspiration for a better life.

Maybe Natalie leaving would be good. It would allow her to escape this shit of a place, and with his mother leaving to take refuge with their aunt, Bentley would be able to live here on his own without the worry of both of them. Natalie was going to explore and do things that only Bentley could only imagine.

“I still don’t know what’s so special about this college thing,” he muttered. Bentley leaned against the wall by the door while raking his digits over his shaved head. Cautiously, he stepped over the pieces of clothing on the carpeted floor that Natalie threw over her head. Arriving to the bed, he sat on the end of the mattress while his lips pursed, watching his sister. They would only be able to spend two days together, and his heart ached over the fact that he wouldn’t be able to be her personal chastity belt anymore. Not that he believed Natalie was a cute little virgin anymore, but there was still that hope he was able to just wrap her up and convince her to be a nun.

Bentley seized the bag that she threw at him, and his brows furrowed allowing himself to give into her orders and began to assist her in packing. “I don’t like this,” he blatantly offered. You’d think someone like him would be proud, and he was, but he’d honestly rather have her with him because he was a selfish sonofagun like that.