My "Half Brother"?

Chapter 1

I have to really have for pee.

I was wandering the huge building, looking for my guardian. Mom was gone off to take a call. I kinda needed to find her before I went anywhere, otherwise she'd probably go bullistic if she knew I was gone. She's a little overprotective. I am the oldest, after all.

I find myself wandering around an empty hall, oddly. I glance around before finding an occupied bathroom. I knocked on the door. "Mom? You in there?" No one answers. Awkward. I sit up against the wall next to the door, waiting, and crossing my legs. Gosh, I really have to go.

My mind runs over today. This morning I had literally woken up with a smile on my face. I'd been waiting for this day since forever, it felt like. It was so thrilling to know today was going to be so amazing. I loved the high I was on all day.

Not even my annoying 13 year old sister killed my mood. She was such a pill, always stealing my things and using her snobby attitude against me. She knew how to benefit from my mistakes.

Thank goodness Dad left early this morning. I tend to avoid him, since he always found a way to fight with me. I was really the only child who he did this to, considering I was always his least favorite. I try not to blame him, though. He had a father that was hard on him because he was the oldest and only son.

I went to Anna's house around 11 just to hang out. She's told me to stay home that night so we could hit Netflix on her huge TV with her brother and some friends. I'd love to, considering how I was practically at her house every night, just chilling with her huge family of 15. Yep, 10 kids, 2 married, 1 nephew, and a dog, plus the parents. Course, I said no, though.

Around 5, Mom picked me up. We stopped at In-and-Out before sitting in the stadium until the concert started. Course, here I was, missing the last song just to find Mom and take a wee.

The door unlocked. It opened. I watched as a pair of boots stepped next to me. Dang, those are big feet. I looked up the black jeans and t-shirt. His dark eyes and hair adorn his round face. He looks old and confused. "Hi."

"Hi. Can I use this or is only for performers?"

Let me use it, or I'll set myself.

He gestured before I rushed in.

So after I was done doing my business, I called Mom. She had been stuck in a huge line outside the stadium for the porta's. She told me to meet her there in 30 minutes. She was actually letting me go buy some merchandise, and truly just stalling so she could wait.

I groaned and stepped out into the empty hallway.

Where am I?

I'm lost. Dumbass.

I followed the hallway until it widened to a sitting area with ugly orange leather couches and red carpet.

"We could've left right away you would've at least gotten him off the stage! Because of you, we are going to be stuck here until 3 am at least! The fans have already swarmed, there's no way out. Why can't you just follow my instructions!" Someone's high voice squeaked at lamely. Geez, they sounded like my mother.

"I know! Stop rubbing it in!" A voice replied. I hear a groan before I turn around.

Oh. My. Gosh.

"What is a FAN DOING IN HERE?!?" The woman stared at me. "YOU FORGOT TO CLOSE TO THE DOORS YOU CAME THROUGH, AGAIN, DIDN'T YOU!?" She screamed at him. Her thick, black ponytail is falling out as she shakes her head violently. She looked like she was gonna give herself whiplash.