A Face That Can't Be Placed

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I have a problem with my blood flow. Well it travels slowly or just in big globs.

I have to go home at the same time every day but if something gets in the way I will collapse and forget what happened to me.

"Sweetheart how are you?" My mother's voice sounded like a gentle breeze on a beautiful meadow.

I opened my eyes to see my birth mother and my ex step mother. Of course my father was nowhere to be see because he doesn't care about his daughter.

I took everything the nurse put on me and put it down.

My mother did everything for me to leave and I went home.

When I walked in I saw flat white dress shoes on the floor beside the broken sneakers and looked up the stairs.

I sighed and grabbed whatever I knew didn't belong there and threw it out in the rain.

"Hey woman I threw all your stuff outside" I yelled.

I heard footsteps and then a girl came running down the stairs. She shot me a look and I put my hand on the door.

"Sweetheart wanna cut a girl some slack. She just got out of the hospital. So I'd like to never see that look on your face and I'd also never like to see your face again" I said and my brother came down with no shirt on his pants unzipped and unbuttoned.

"Hey babe she's just throwing random stuff out there" he said.

"I'm about to throw you out there" I said and he looked down at me.

Big height difference. But she left without another word.

"Oh yeah and go get someone else in bed he's mine not your's" I yelled and slammed the door closed.

I looked at him and he just smiled.

"I was drunk okay" he said.

"I wasn't" I replied.

"But you looked so cute. I mean I think I still have your scar on the inside of my lip" he told me.

I put my hand on his cheek and he leaned in. I moved it away and slammed it on his cheek.

"Damn girl" he yelled.

"I will throw you out" I said.

"Fine, fine. Now I'm hungry let's go eat."

I pushed away from him and began to cook.

He was my step mother and my father's span. He's not really my brother but he is. Just half. We now live together just him and me. I do love him but his flirting is really bad.

"Hey babe can you make sure that I enjoy it this time?" He spoke in my ear and I felt his arms around me.

"By enjoying it do you mean me shoving it down your throat and making you swallow" I asked.

"Come on can't you be nicer to me" he asked.

"You're annoying so its hard" I said with a little laugh.

"Was that a laugh" he asked.

"No" I said stern.

His fingers began to tickle me making me roar out laughing.

"Stop I'm cooking" I yelled and we ended up in front of a mirror. When I looked at myself I could see my mother and father but when I looked at him I couldn't see my father at all.

"Are you really my half brother" I asked.

"Probably not. My mom gets banged up too much" he said. "That means you and I could be together."

"Would you be willing to get a test" I asked.

"Why?"

"Because I want to know" I told him turning so I was facing him.

"Sure" he said and pecked at my nose.