My Brother's Girlfriend

Chapter Twenty One

My car idled in the driveway of the strange looking house. I looked each brick over assessing the value it might have. It was run down, and the yard needed a mowing. Viper's motorcycle was in the driveway, nonetheless. I sighed and got out of the car killing the engine. I approached the door and a blonde tugged it open before I had a chance to even knock.

"Ringo!" She yelled, "Your whore is here."

"Ringo?" I asked as a red headed curly haired boy approached the door. 

"Wow, you're prettier than you are in pictures."

"What are we talking about?" I asked as he reached for me.

"You're just as ditsy as your profile described." His fingers hooked my arm. 

"No, I'm not some cheap whore from online- I'm actually here to see-"

"Vivian?" Viper asked from the corner. There were bottles scattered all over the floor, and it smelled like mold and old milk. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Viper's scruff was growing, and he was near a beard. His hair was too long, and his clothes looked dirty and well worn. I felt a grief growing in the pit of my stomach. 

"Viper." I tore from the boy they called Ringo and ran to the couch that Viper was seated in. He might have hated me, but the light that lit his eyes as I got close was more real than any emotion I've ever felt. When I neared the couch he looked away from me, and I looked him over from the side profile. He looked terrible, like he'd been on every drug under the sun since he'd been away. His face was sagging, and his clothes were rumpled. Buttons were missing from his shirt, and the collar was folded in strange ways. 

"Go home Vivian." He said to me.

"No, not without you." A different blonde showed up half naked out of a bedroom and I averted my eyes. She might have been pretty, if she wasn't dressed in a homely manner and wearing cheap perfume that made her smell like she acted. She slid into Viper's lap and kissed him deeply. He set a hand on her hip and continued to press kisses to her. "Stop! What about Cecilia?" I asked. The blonde leaned into me and I could taste the alcohol from her breath. She whispered in a hushing seductive tone. 

"We don't use the 'C' word in this house." Viper continued to kiss down her chest. 

"Alright, I can't take this anymore." I stood up.

"You know where the door is." Viper said to me. I grabbed the blondes shoulders and pushed her into the spot I had been sitting in. Another blonde walked behind me and I was ready to throw her around too. She reached for me and I moved. She fell on top of the other blonde and they started making out in place of Viper. I shuddered, disgusted and grabbed Viper's hand. I tugged him up and towards the door with me. He tried to fight me off, but was far too weak. He looked like a drunk scrub, and I couldn't stand it. I shut the door behind him and grabbed his dingy face in my hands. 

"Listen to me," I said slowly, "please. I can't let you become this. Come with me? You don't have to say a word to me, just please. Come with me?" 

"No, I'm staying." 

"No, if you won't come by will, I'll bring you by force." I shoved him towards the car and he stumbled. I was relieved he was drunk, or he might not have been so easy to move. He hit the hood of my car, and I opened the door and shoved him in. I clicked the lock, and held it. "Buckle." I said. He didn't click the seat belt in place and was struggling to open the lock. I climbed in quickly and started the car. I peeled from the driveway and actually squealed my tires. 

"This is kidnapping!" He yelled.

"You're my brother, this is saving you!" I sped through the streets at speeds that must have been criminal headed towards the house. I dialed Savannah's number into the text option and sent her:

"9-1-1, PLEASE! GET TO MY HOUSE AS FAST AS YOU CAN." 

"I'll sue you!"

"Do it, but only when you're home, clean, and sober."

"My bike's there!"

"I'll get your bike." I said.

"My clothes are there."

"We'll get you new ones."

"My girlfriend's there."

"Please, that's a blonde tramp. She was practically fucking someone else the minute you stopped kissing her." He sighed. Defeated. 

"Vivian."

"I know, I know. You hate me, I'm not sorry though. I'm saving you, and that's final. I think-"

"Vivian."

"I think you should have stayed the whole time, I mean. You don't have to-"

"Viva!!" He screamed. I looked at him before turning onto our street. I nodded and didn't say anything further because I knew he'd hate me for it when he was sober and off of his high. When we pulled in Savannah was there and I sighed in relief. She gasped and saw Viper clawing at the door. She jogged over and opened it. He turned towards the road and headed back for the house. Savannah caught him and she tugged with all her might. I grabbed his other arm and we had forced him inside. He tripped and stumbled towards the stairs. We grabbed his arms and dragged him towards the bathroom. We chucked him in and shut the door. Each of us looked to each other. He was vomiting into the toilet. 

"Nose goes." I touched my nose first, and Savannah shot me a look. 

"This is a team effort." She peeled the door back and walked in, starting the shower. He groaned and we tugged the torn clothes off. I covered my eyes and worked diligently. Savannah assessed the damages in detail. I blamed that on her crush, deep down. He wasn't fighting us much anymore. Savannah helped him into the shower, and I headed for the door. She shot me the look and I cringed. 

"I'm gay, he's my brother, and you want to be a nurse anyway! Peace, love and blessings." I slammed the door and slid down onto the floor. I had done it. I had brought Viper home, even if it was kidnapping and by force.