The Stripper

The Stripper - My halfbrother

Candy Collins

When I saw Chris walking into the room, I ran out with all tears running down my face.

He loves me. He fucking loves me and I just ran out of the house without a word. Instead, I fucking sobbed!

I run as the rain is pouring down on my bare shoulders and legs. I was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. The rain didn't bother me though, I've been through worse. But these past weeks, I've gotten used to the fact that I could call someplace home but can I anymore? Can I really do that? No, I bet they will throw me out the second they find out why I ran out.

I see a newspaper on one of the benches so I decide to take it and use it as a cover on my head. I feel the pain acing right in my chest and I want nothing more than to go back inside and the guy how I feel about him. At the same time as I put the newspaper on my head, I notice a young guy staring at me weirdly. He looks like he's in his early twenties. He's got a little bit of dark skin and dark brown eyes. I turn away and start walking towards a direction that I don't know where it's leading but right now, it's the least of my problems.

As I'm walking, I notice a few steps behind me every five seconds and I don't dare to turn around to see who it might be. Oh god, I might get raped now. My heart starts beating faster and my breathing gets heavier as I take faster steps.

I keep walking with my hands over my head, holding the newspaper that is deadly wet now but I don't mind. I can still hear the sound of shoes behind me and I start getting more frightened. Who the hell is following me?

"Okay, seriously, are you planning rape on me?" I turn around and ask furiously.

The guy starts laughing at me with his bright white perfect teeth.

"How can you accuse me of such thing?" He asks with polite.

Um, I don't know, you were maybe following me in a direction that is leading nowhere..

"Can I ask you something?" He speaks up again after numerous seconds of awkward silence.

What the fuck, what is he going to ask me? If I want to have sex with him? No thank you. He's hot but I'm not in sex mood.

"Don't worry, it doesn't have anything to do with sex." He chuckles as if he just read my mind.

Now is when I should run. Faster than ever. If I had saved my running skills before for now, maybe I could've run, but now, I'm dead still.

"Is your name Felicity Collins?"

WHAT! Nobody has called me Felicity since the day my parents died. No one. Who the fuck is this guy and what the fuck does he want from me?!

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask with fear in my eyes.

And there it is.. The big secret I had been holding inside for so long. My true identity.. Long story, short: Since I was a little kid, my father has always called me Candy. My real name has always been Felicity though. When my parents died, I decided to call myself Candy and made everybody forget about the sweet little innocent Felicity.

"I'm your half brother, Sebastian Collins." He smiles at me genuinely.

I look at him shocked as fuck and soon drop the newspaper on the ground. I turn around and run as fast as I can to get away from him. I don't know why I'm running but I sure as hell couldn't be near him.

He couldn't be Sebastian. He couldn't be the kid that my parents used to fight about. I remember the nights I had to stay up, listening to their conversations about a little kid named Sebastian. I remember mom saying that it was wrong from dad to not take care of Sebastian too since he was his son.