She Fights and Plays
951 Views · Ongoing · Eve Frost
I was sixteen when my biological father dragged me from our Montana ranch back to his East Coast mansion. Welcome party? My half-brother Brandon pointed at my face in the cafeteria and sneered, "Trash from the farm!"
I slapped him. Hard. His cheek bloomed red.
"Girls can't possibly understand baseball tactics," he spat, trying to save face. "If you can even make the team, I'll do whatever you sa...
I slapped him. Hard. His cheek bloomed red.
"Girls can't possibly understand baseball tactics," he spat, trying to save face. "If you can even make the team, I'll do whatever you sa...

















































