100 ways to escape you

Chapter 2

I love my brother Benjamin. I really do. He is the only male in my life that I love and I am positive that it is going to stay that way. Why you ask?

It is quite simple really. All men do is bring disaster to a woman's life. Loving a man means giving up your career, your life, your dreams and everything nice that you have going for yourself. My mother, who raised me and Ben until I was fifteen and he was thirteen, was one of those women whose life was wrecked by men. Every single one that she loved had destroyed her.

Once, when I was ten years old, she sat down next to me and told me to never fall in love.

After that night I decided that the only man in my life was going to be my baby brother, who I would help achieve his dreams and be happy. That is why I will always help him no matter what. Whatever trouble he gets into, whatever happens, I will always choose Benjamin. That is why I work two to three jobs to support his music, that is why I plan to go into college and study a profession that can provide for him.

But even though I love him and have devoted my life to him, sometimes, like today, he is a huge pain in the ass.

Currently he is hiding under the bed covers and refuses to come out for breakfast, when he knows I can't be late for work.

-Wake up, you dork, you need some calories in you. And some fluids! You know, you can't recover from your hangover unless you eat and drink something. Now up up up! I don't have all day! - I say pulling his sheets away from his body.

-... shut up and leave me alone sis...-he grumbles and pulls them back away with more strength than I thought he had.

-I know you will just rot in bed all day and only get weaker. Come on... We've been through this already a dozen times, Bennie! - I try to pull his covers again, but they don't budge.

-Stop pulling my sheets! What if I'm naked under there?? – Bennie snaps and I laugh at him.

-Really now? You think I haven't seen your naked ass before? - I cross my arms over my chest.-Who think bathed you until you were fourteen, huh? The Holy Ghost?

-Fuck you, Hannah.-he retorts but I can see his face redden from the tiny window between the mangled mess of cloth.

-Benjamin Scott Myles. - I say threateningly and he becomes silent. He knows I mean business when I use his full given name.- I give you until the count of three to get out from under there or I will tickle you until you scream begging for mercy.

-Wait, Hannah, please no! - He rushes to say before I begin counting.

-One...-the sheet mountain begins to slowly rumble and a foot can be seen disentangling from it.-Two...- His upper torso is seen trying to quickly get out from under there.-Three...

Benjamin Myles quickly tries to jump off the bed clothed in only his bowers, but his other foot gets tangled and he falls on the floor face first. Ouch. But he deserved it for being such an asshole about it.

See? I love my brother, but it doesn't mean he gets to push me around.

When he emerges from his room, still rubbing his nose he at least has some pants on and a t-shirt. No socks though, but still- progress! I push a sandwich and some coffee towards him and scurry away to work.

I barely make my bus and exhale loudly as I stand leaning on a pole. An old lady smiles at me and I smile back. I'm really happy I decided to wear shorts today instead of a dress, because I'm pretty sure with the speed I was going, I would have flashed a lot of people on the street.