Brother's Girl

Prologue

I took one last glance at the old beaten up house in front of me and slung my bag over my shoulder. Checking my watch, it was now 1 in the morning; an hour after I had finally turned 18 and I could not be any more happier. An hour after I decided that I was done and packed all my shit along with some money I stole from my so called Dad, Eric.

Deciding it was time for me to go, I snuck my hands in my front pocket as I started walking towards the metro station in the chilly midnight air.

Although this was a place where no one would want to live, this place was where I was forced to grow up and learn things the hard way. In other words, civilians would call it The Hood. No one would dare step into the territory without knowing someone. Even the cops wouldn't even bother parading the town in fear of either getting mugged, kidnapped, or killed. It was just how things worked here.

The only thing that made me hesitate on leaving was the people that I have met. Scary in physical appearance, most people that lived here did not deserve to live here. Like me, they were either forced to or didn't have a choice. It was also only common that if someone turned 18, they would move away and nobody complained. After all, who could blame them for wanting to leave?

I don't go to school, but that doesn't mean I spent the whole 4 years lazing around and get beaten up all day. And it definitely doesn't mean I don't earn.

I may be a girl, but I don't do prostitution like most girls here are made to do. Standing at 5'11 at the ripe age of 15, Eric thought it was a good idea to throw me in the boxing ring in hopes of earning money. Unfortunately, he was right and it was then he started making me his bank. I did not complain. At first I would hesitate, but in the ring, it was either kill or be killed. Years of street fighting or fighting in general filled my body with ugly scars. My body was built like a man's with a lean build with no curves nor bust. My deep raspy voice due to smoking was added to the assumptions of me being a boy. I made no efforts of correcting someone and telling them my gender. However, although I may as well be a boy, there was a hint of femininity in my face. My jaw was sharp, but it was slender and my hair was jet black paired with a piercing dark blue eyes.

Occasionally, Eric would be so wasted out of his mind, he would shoot out vulgar words and pick a fight with me. As much as I want to admit that it doesn't bother me, I can't help but think and wonder that he's right sometimes.

I sleep with girls alot. No strings attached, and usually one night stands.

Well, newsflash; I'm gay.

Turns out he doesn't agree with that. He doesn't agree with a lot of things I do. Sometimes I wonder what I even did to make them be so cold towards me, but it was futile since I could not think about anything wrong I had done except I misbehaved a lot as a kid because of my ADHD.

I could easily report him to the authorities, but since there were no other family member that would take custody of me, I did not want to be jumping around different houses with different foster families. Moving out of here means I have to go to school, no freedom, and definitely no money. Underground fighting was illegal almost everywhere. Besides, as long as I was making money for him, he didn't give a fuck about what I did or where I was most of the time. It was a mutual agreement and I was his little punching bag he would take his anger on whenever he lost money from gambling. Sad to say that it would be hard for him to dive his little tic tac dick on alcohol and prostitutes once I was gone.

Another reason as to why I could not fight back was because unlike me, he had connections to other and older people around. They were more experienced and when he was drunk, I would sometimes punch back, but he was still stronger and bigger. If I tried to run away, he was only one call away from contacting them. That happened once before and let's just say the rest was history.

Living here taught me a lot of things. I wasn't the little vulnerable scrawny girl I used to be when I was first introduced to this community.

This time for sure, I was going to start fresh.

Speaking of my escape place, my thoughts then went to my brother. He's a year older than me and I was almost like an exact replica of him except his blonde hair which he got from Eric while I got my mom's jet black. Other than that, our eyes were exactly the same identical blue ones.

He didn't like me very well since I used to always steal his girlfriends back then.

He got the house my mom left us and unfortunately, I was left with my father while my aunt offered to take him in. He was the good one in the family while I was the bad influence. I don't blame my aunt for not wanting to take me too. I forced myself to stop thinking about my mother. She was the only freaking person who treated me as a normal human being. And never, not even once has she thought about giving up on me.

But my ability to feel is long gone, so it's not like it matters anyway.

My plan was to stay under my brother's roof, start a decent life peacefully thinking that no one could disturb it.

Boy was I wrong.