Finding You

Chapter six: Paisley

*During surgery* Inside her head...
I have a brother! A brother! Why a brother though...BUT that's besides the point! Wait a minute. WHAT THE FUCK HAS MY DAD BEEN KEEPING FROM ME?! WHY!? Why wouldn't he tell me something like this? This is why he wouldn't tell me anything about my family. This is why I'm alone. This is why I live in a house with a dead beat dad. GOD DAMMIT DAD! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! He's besides the point anyways. Where am I from? Am I from North Carolina maybe? It's very pretty there! The rolling hillsides and mossy oak trees. The country side is very quiet and subtle, the school systems are better than the shitty ones here, and from what I hear the food there is sooooo good! Or maybe I'm from California! The home of Los Angeles! There's something I would love, the broadway shows, the beaches, and the sunshine. Maybe I'm from Colorado! The weather is perfect! Oh and the nature is beautiful! I'LL FINALLY GET TO SEE ALL FOUR SEASONS! Maybe I could even get into sports, and loose the weight that I want to. Being 275 pounds and playing a sport will be hard though. BUT HEY! Who says a girl can't dream that she can get down to at least 160. What's my brother like? Is he older than me? Younger? Tall or short? Thin or husky? I have a few ideas. I think he might be tall. Very very tall like my dad. He's probably six foot if I knew any better. He's probably a baseball player. If he's anything like me he probably loves to watch it. He might even like the Yankees like I do. He's probably and third basemen, or a catcher. He's very well proportioned. He's got meat on his bones, but he isn't overbearing with extra weight he doesn't need. He works out a lot probably to keep in shape for year round baseball. He's dreamy to all females, and has probably had a couple girlfriends. He is very very very smart. It seems like he would be a big brother. Attractive, intelligent, athletic, and a good sibling. But that's not my only image of my brother. I can also see him being a short-stack like me. I'm only "5'4" so I could imagine he'd be around there. He would be very muscular though. This time a bit thinner as well. He would be on the wrestling team? Yup! Wrestling and he'd be the captain. He'd be the one that couldn't keep it in his pants though. He's probably already driving a silver corvette around everywhere. No offense but he'd probably never be able to hang onto a girl. He'd be banging one after another. However he'd be a champion wrestler. Girls should practically pass out from swooning so hard over him. They'd probably drool. YUCK! Seems like he'd be a junior in high school. Probably has a C average, and wins over every teacher he has every semester. He'd be a good brother though, and once you got to know him he'd be a good person. I have another one don't worry! This time he's be about "5'11". He'd have golden tan skin. His tan would looked gently kissed by the sun. He would play lacrosse. One of the best goalies around I bet ya! He's very popular around school. He's very handsome too. Unlike the other two he would have a passion for photography. He could snap a picture and capture more beauty than anyone else. He would wear big framed glasses. They would be black rounded squares. He'd have the straightest smile and the whitest teeth. Only for some reason I can image this one being gay. Yes I said gay, but my reason is because he just seems like he'd be much more...I dunno he'd be kinder. He'd be sweeter, and nicer, he'd care for you, he'd love you. I also think he'd have one of the cutest boyfriends. They would have been together for years, and have a connection that's undefinable. God I hope this option is my brother. I don't wanna have to leave my house on behalf of my mom and brother to go to every single game. I definitely don't wanna hear the groans and moans from my brothers room. But this one I would like. He's my ideal brother. My biggest question though is...what is my mom like? Honestly I don't have the greatest depiction of my mother. Maybe she is an older woman that doesn't say or do much anymore. Maybe she's disabled or financially weak. Maybe she's an actual mom. What if she's gone? I never got to see her, or talk to her, or tell her I love her. What if she's like my...my...my dad. What if he got out of jail! What if someone bailed him out!
*entering dream*
"Phone call for you miss," says the nurse politely walking out the room.
"Hello?" I questioned.
"Paisley my darling," he snickered into the phone. DAD! NO! "Why so quiet sugar plum...something wrong?" He began to laugh horrendously loud.
"Nnn...nothings wrong with me," I remark shakily. This can't be happening! Not now! Not when I finally had the chance to get out!
"You're not getting very fat daughter of mine," he said angrily. You could tell her been clinching his jaw through the grunt in his voice.
"What do you mean?" I asked. He was so confusing. He's obviously calling from the jail house. How is he gonna keep me? He can't get out can he?
"Don't worry I'm not coming for you," he stopped cackling once more, "someone else is coming for me."
"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN!" I screamed out of anger and fear.
"Bye now," he said.
"NO! NO! XAVIER LOCKWOOD!" he hung up the phone. Then, there is a light knock on the door. The nurse guides this man into the room. I didn't know him. He was tall and husky. He was probably about my weight. She then left the room not asking me any questions as to if I knew him. "MISS!" I shouted as she shut the door paying no mind to me. He approached me swiftly. He stared into my eyes and removed his hood. I couldn't move from the bed. I felt stuck. He started to caress my face. I moved his hand,"Stop touching me!" I demanded.
"You don't tell me what to do!" He raised his voice at me. He started to climb on top of me...
*back in reality*
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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To be continued...