Car Crash Hearts

The Call That Counts

The Call That Counts

This was unbelievable.

Some strange boy looking just like me shows up and then I find out I'm adopted and that he's my brother. My twin brother!

Now my life isn't what you would call picturesque, but it was good and normal. This is the kind of stuff you hear about in movies, I pinched myself pacing back and forth in my room.

Nope still not dreaming, I could hear footsteps on the hardwood above me but no one was by the stairs. I slammed myself down on my four poster bed, I was done. My parents not being around ever, I could handle, my brother leaving me with the emotionally hijacking people he knows them to be, I barley handled, but this?

No, I wasn't going to suck it up and deal, I wanted to be destructive, I wanted to forget like I used to with pills, and powders, and enough drugs to sedate me for days. I wanted to lose myself in the smoky haze, and wake up having forgotten everything and anything.

I pulled my cell phone from my pocket searching for the one number I was told to call when drugs seemed like a better option than the rest of the world. As I searched for Marks' number I could feel the tears building in my eyes and my hysteria bubbling. When the letters started blurring I took a deep breath and put the phone down, I couldn't ruin a possible perfect night for my best friend on his vacation.

My parents would never come down and see if I was okay or apologize, so like I have my whole life I swallowed my pride, wiped my tears, and made my way to the stairs. I saw Mason at the top of the stairs looking at the pictures lining the hallway.

"He looks like a good brother." The wood of the steps creaked telling him someone was behind him.

"Yeah he's alright." I shrugged, looking at my brothers round face with beautiful tanned skin and my shock of white hair like a slap in the face.

"Must have been fun growing up with an older brother, what was it like?" Mason asked turning to face me.

"He was stronger so I lost a lot of fights, but I got a pretty cool brother in law when he got married." I smiled thinking about the small wedding and my bridesmaid dress.

"Oh he's gay, his husband nice?" Mason smiled at me.

"Yeah he was a childhood friend, pretty much another big brother." I went through to the living room cautious of my parents.

"They retreated back up stairs." Mason said seeing my apprehension. "They said you'd come back eventually." He sat on one of the arm chairs.

A comfortable silence fell over us, I wanted to ask questions but my mind was going blank. I was thinking of my life when I was a kid, and how out of place I always felt with my family.

My phone buzzed with notifications and the screen saver caught my eye; a photo taken so long ago we barley resembled the smiling children. I was reminded of when I met all of my friends and how they became my family so easily, all of us so different but still the only true family I thought I really belonged in. They are just a ragged bunch of teenagers barley holding it together but they mean the world to me.

"What should we do now?" Mason asked clapping his hands together.

"I thought you would have that answer, you are the one who came to my door asking about a sister you just found out about." I laughed a little bit, "I guess we should get to know each other, see if we even like the other one . . . right?" I shrugged sitting forward on the couch.