Streetlife

35 - Her Brother

STEF POV

I pour some more coffee as it is now Tuesday afternoon, and I'm rather exhausted. But I can't bring myself to leave my brother's side even if I'm fucking furious with him. Beyond furious, for what he told me was a giant shock to my system, and I don't understand why I didn't see that one coming.

Warbucks was a pimp? What the actual hell! And if he was his pimp that meant my brother was a fucking prostitute? Selling his body for fucking money? Jesus! But shit, is that what Warbucks wanted from me? To be his fucking hooker! Fuck that and fuck him. I wasn't anybody's fucking hooker!

White anger flooded my entire body like the hottest of flames after that and I needed to get some air. Thankfully, Frank was exhausted and had fallen asleep as I had gone outside the hospital and just about smoked an entire pack of my Lucky Strikes. It all made sense now why Michael was so damn rich, and why Frank had begged me not to go to that party.

Of course he'd be mugged if one of his John's knew he carried cash and knew his daily routine, etc. I never would have dreamed that would be the reason Frank was mugged, for he also had a drug problem, one that I just couldn't wrap around my brain.

I try to think back to when I was younger and he was still living at home, and I honest to God can't remember him doing dope. Or he hid it well from me, but I guess if I thought really, really hard a few years before be left for New York the arguments between he and my parents had gotten worse to the point that my father threw him out for stealing. Stealing money, stealing china, and even stealing our toaster. I was maybe 12 or even younger at the time, right around when I started stuffing my bra, and it didn't make much fucking sense to me. Now, I guess it did. He stole to get dope.

I wanted to get him fucking help instead of tossing him to the fucking side like my parents had. But I knew that shit cost money. Certainly money I didn't fucking have. And my modeling was gonna take time to get off the ground and start to paying me well. I wasn't some dumb hick like everyone I met in this damm city seemed to think I was, as even I knew that.

Lighting a smoke, I was aggravated too. If I saw that fucking cunt Lena again I was really gonna break her face. She had nerve saying I wasn't a good sister. She really did because she didn't know the kind of hell the both of us grew up in and how we had each others back then. She didn't know any of that shit, unless my brother told her which I doubted. But all I knew was she better not get in my face again because I was gonna break hers and regardless of what she said and thought it was fucking true. I was gonna fuck who I wanted and would continue to because that's who the fuck I was.

Fuck, I was trying not to cry because I loved my brother. Even if he had pissed me off from the time I stepped foot in the city and I had stumbled into Chinatown and met Ming, a girl I still thought about daily. He didn't deserve to get hurt like this. And I don't know, but I guess he was confused about himself.

Walking with my coffee back to Frank's room, I don't go in just yet as I take a seat outside his room and sip my coffee again.

"Long time no see, pretty lady." I suddenly hear as I turn to look and I see Michael heading towards me. He smiles and as usual is dressed to the T as I had forgotten we were supposed to fucking see each other, and he was gonna take me around the city.

But how in the fuck did he know I was here as he must see the confusion on my face and takes a seat beside me. Then again considering he was my brothers so called pimp I was pretty sure he had tabs on Frank which pissed me off even more. Fuck him!

"How did you know I was here? And why the fuck are you actually here?" I can feel the fury inside of me building as he grins and my eyes narrow.

"Word gets around." He shrugs as I look at him rather perplexed, but he keeps smiling at me which only ticks me the fuck off. "His friends told me he was hurt. So I figured you were down here."