'B-brother?' I look over to my aunt and she smiles with pitty and I stand infront of them both dumbfounded.
'Impossible.. you're lying you know nothing about me.' He says,"I do, and yes I am really your brother you can ask our mother.."
I squint my eyes at him. 'Mother? Nonsense, she's been gone for years.. there is no mother so just stop it okay?' My eyes start to water and I'm trying my hardest to stay strong, but I can't.
He says, "Don't say that about mother okay? What did he tell you that she's dead or something?" I look at him confused.. who's he?
'Well who is he.. who exactly are you referring to mr.unknown?' I ask with an attitude. He says,"I don't know.. your dad."
Why did he say it like that? My dad.. wouldn't we have the same father? I suddenly thing back to a very sad time in the past...
(3 years agooo....)
"You're so full of shit if you think I'm gonna believe that crap Caroline."
"I'm not the one full of crap okay, you don't understand you stress me out so much... try uplifting me instead of putting me down Frank."
"YOUR nothing but a WORTHLESS SLUT! You know it Caroline. A pregnancy test under the sink.. I know it ain't mine."
"Don't you DARE Frank, I know your sleeping with that bitch.. What was her name again?.. Sylvia?" (Smack)
He hit her. Again. He always hits my mom and I never have the courage to do anything. Mom is on the ground holding her now very red cheek. I stay hiding behind my door watching from the crack.
"So, Caroline who's baby is it? One of my friends, co-workers? Its not mines so who have you slept with? Hmm?"
"None of- you know what? Someone that treats me way better than you ever have asshole." He kicks her in her back while she's down and she cries out in serious pain. I have to help mom.
Dad grabs something, some envelope from the nightstand and he leaves the house. I run from behind my room door and over to my mom. "Mom? Are you okay.. please mom.."
She smiles at me and says,"Yes baby, I'm just fine. Don't worry hun, I'll be okay sooner that your father thinks." She kisses my forehead and I help her stand as she winces in pain while gripping the spot on her back where dad kicked her....
*End of Flashback*
I quickly snap out of it as I just stare at him. He claims he's my brother but, should I believe him? He says,"I can prove it." I laugh 'Oh really? How might you do that?' He pulls out his phone and texts someone.
He asks,"Would you like to meet mom?" I say,'Again? So she can just walk into my life after 3 years? I'm just supposed to say it's okay that you left me with a heartless,abusive, person and everything goes back to normal?'
My aunt looks at me confused. Its time to finally let the truth be told but, not right now. So if she puts two and two together to figure it out.. good for her. I've got to get out of here.
But I question, 'What's your name?' He smiles and says,"My name is Darryl, Darryl Wilson." He's a Wilson huh? Interesting. I decide to go further with my little questioning.
'So Darryl say you are my brother.. how old are you?' He laughs and says,"I just turned 17 India. How old are you?" I smile and say '17 going on 18 ha! I'm older than you.'
I then frown. He's a pretty cool guy, and I'm really happy to know that I'm possibly a big sister. 'I want to speak with her, in person.' My aunt gasps out of surprise and I just keep a straight face while looking at my possible, 'brother'.
YOU ARE READING
The Abused
General Fiction17 year old India Salice Jackson moves into the neighborhood. Abused for many years as a child up until now. India soon goes to Houston High Academy, where she meets who may or may not become the love of her life Michael Jackson (he isn't famous in...
