I Hope It Rains Marshmallows ❤

Chapter Two - You've Got To Be Kidding Me.

~Alyssa~

Please tell me my ears were malfunctioning. Please tell me that. Please. I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming. I just need to wake up, and everything’s going to be A-Okay.

“He’s my, whaa--?” I questioned my mum, lifting up a cynical eyebrow.

“He’s your brother!” My mum repeated, her lips curling up into a bright smile.

I shrieked, “He is?” just when that supposedly-my-brother-guy walked out into the room and said with a sarcastic tone, “I am?”

Shooting him daggers, I let out a shaky breath, before my mouth twisted into a crooked smile. “Nice one mum,” I slapped her on the shoulder playfully. “Best prank you’ve done in years.” I laughed dryly, but when I saw my mum’s serious stare, my laughter dwindled off.

“You-you’re not…pranking me?” I whispered, praying that she would all of a sudden break into giggles and say, “Yes darling! Of course I’m pranking you!”

But unfortunately, that didn’t happen in real life. She shook her head.

Slapping my hands to my cheeks, a long, exasperated groan of protest escaped my lips. “God no. You’ve got to be kidding me!” The colour literally drained from my cheeks.

“I thought you’d be happy!”

My head snapped back to my mother. “Well I’m not!” I shouted, realizing that my body was shaking. Anger rose up my throat, slowly reaching my brain, making me lose all control of myself. How could they? How could my parents just adopt a freaking child without me—their child, knowing? What? Weren’t they happy with just me? I wasn’t ready! I wasn’t ready to…not be a single child! To have to share everything with another person! I barely had enough parent-daughter bonding time with my family!

At that moment, I really wished I had a knife, so I could stab it heartlessly into my parent’s left chest, enough to make them feel pain, yet not enough to kill them. And when they would stare at me with those resented gazes, muttering, “Why?” I would glare back, and shriek at the top of my lungs, “You know why!”

Gosh, the anger’s getting into my head. Oh well, might as well let it slowly burn all my intestines, that’ll beat facing my parents and my new brother. Wow, that felt foreign to me. Brother.

“I’m not happy!” I cried, feeling hot tears surfacing the brim. Oh gosh, I couldn’t cry. Not in front of my parents, not in front of a stranger—that was to be my new brother.

“When?” I managed to croak out. “When did you…adopt him?”

That’s when it hit me. But Dad would never…”Dad!” I wailed out, giving my Dad a shock.

“What?” He shot me a look of confusion.

“Did you have him before or after?” I pressed on, never imagining my father could be such a womanizer. Why was Mum still so happy!

My mum sent me a sympathetic glance, though there was a hint of amusement in them. “No no no, Dad didn’t have an affair. Remember when I told you I was considering another child?”

I heaved a sigh of relief and nodded warily, forcing back the tears that I couldn’t seem to control.

“Well, that’s him. We took some time with signing the adoption papers, that’s all.”

My mouth gaped open. “I- I thought you were considering making a baby, not adopting a full-grown, old guy fit to be my dad!”

“Hey!” My brother protested mildly. “I’m only seventeen.”