Brother Lovin

1. Trouble

Hey what's up? How's it going?
Hope you enjoy.
That's Logan
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Facts about me. I'm 17, 5'3, mixed my moms black and my father is white. My mother is a drug addict, always trying to get a fix. Always leaving me alone, for a months time. One time she came back two months from a drug spree.

I hate her with all my guts, and today is no different. She left. I know she won't come back for a month or so. I walked around the house, god damn asshole woman! No food. No drinks. No nothing. I found my father's number last week, hoping to get a hold of him. I haven't spoken or seen him since I was 7 he left when I turned 8.

I got tired of it. I grabbed my phone. Dialing in the number I listened as the ring tone started.

"Hello?" I'm assuming this is my dad.

"Hello, Samuel?" I asked slowly and shyly.

"Yes this is him. Who is this?" He asked confused

"It's Clayton your son. My mom has left, and I think she is gone for good. She has done this before. She is a drug addict." I confessed, and I heard him sigh.

"I should have known this was gonna happen. Son, I'll come get you tomorrow, let me get a plane ticket." He said

"Okay." I said and hung up.

I sighed knowing this will be a long night. I packed my stuff, the stuff I had. My mom sold most of my shit to get her fix. She does; cocaine, meth, and weed. After I packed the only pair of clothes I had I laid down, for an early nights rest.

*the next day*

I woke up early, with the sun shining through the curtains. So my father will be coming to get me. I got up and threw the duffel bag over my shoulder. When I got to the airport, I saw Samuel, of course I knew what he looked like, he never really changed. "Let's get you home, and fed boy. Lord, you look like you haven't eaten in weeks." He commented taking in my features.

"Actually two months sir, I only have a candy bar once a week. When I can scrounge up some change." I answered as we boarded the plane. "That damn woman. I can't believe she would do this shit. After, the years I spent with her, she promised me she'd quite." He complained. "Wait. What?" I asked.

"When I met your mother, Sasha, she was a heavenly woman. So down to earth. Sweet as pie. But she had a dark secret she kept from me for the first two weeks of dating her. She was a druggie. That was her habit. She never could stop, but when I asked her to promise me. She said she would since she was pregnant with you. And she did. She did stop. For the duration of her pregnancy." He said folding his hands on his lap.

"Then she went back to doing it behind my back. When you were five, I tried to keep it in, I tried. Son, I really didn't want this to happen. I should have taken you with me. She went back to drugs, when you was six she slipped she messed up, and I caught her. That's when I left, I left when you turned 7. I regretted it every single day, from that day. Everyday I wished I could have come get you, but everytime I tried she would threaten me." He said almost in tears.

*five hours later*

We landed in California. I was so amazed I only ever been to cali on a school trip, but I dropped out months later. "We are here." My dad said as we pulled into a two story mansion. Yes I said it. We walked up to the door, and he opened it. Revealing a very elegant style kitchen.

"Now let me introduce you to your new family." He said as three people walked in. "This Evelyn my wife" he said and she smiled warmly at me "hey." She said. "This my 10 year old daughter hazel." She shyly waved at me, and I waved back. "Now this is my cranky ass 18 year old son Logan." My father said, which made me chuckle a bit. "Whatever. Hi." He walked away.

Damn. "Now your room is first door on the left." Dad said "really?!" We hear a very distinct voice, Logan, from top of the stairs. "Ignore his ass." Dad said chuckling. "Yeah I know." I said. Walking past the very angry Logan. "Damn light skin." I stopped mid step "Logan, I presume your against mixed people, so let me put it this way so you'll understand." I paused to see his reaction.

He glared at me, "if you ever, ever make a racist joke about me or anyone for that matter and it don't sound joking like it should, I'll be there haunting your every step." With that I closed the door and locked it.

I was astonished by the gigantic space. One king size bed, with black and red coloring, pillows that had black and white patterns, and one pillow saying skulls, perfect. Dark blue walls, brown and white night stands, dresser, and the desk was light brown. A big flat screen tv on the wall.

I unpacked, which only took 2 minutes. I unlocked my door, and watched tv. After, ten minutes of finding nothing on tv. I decided to go to bed.