You're Mine

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Seb's POV

I sent that handsome drunkard to the address I found on his shirt before I took the same taxi and went home. I know I shouldn't feel embarrassed for asking money for fare at that man who opened the gate of a big house last night but I couldn't help it.

If I wasn't tight in my finances, I would have just shrugged it off. But I would have been so broke if a fifty dollar cab fare didn't get reimbursed. Thank god, there was someone.

I didn't get much sleep this morning when I came home. My head was full of thoughts, one of which is how and where to find my next work. It was luck that I got that waiting job at the club after I looked for one for more than two weeks since Bran and I moved here.

This is frustrating.

I scratched the back of my head, irritated and desperate, as I stared at the newspaper in front of me. I've already called more than half of the numbers on the classified ads but I failed miserably to get an appointment. Either I'm too young, don't have a college degree, or I don't have the necessary experience.

I sighed heavily when my phone screen flashed and registered a low battery.

"P'Seb...?"

I turned around and saw my brother getting off the bed, rubbing his eyes, and walking towards me. "Come here, buddy." I scooped him off the floor and made him sit on my lap.

Bran buried face on the side of my neck. "You okay?" He nodded and looked up.

"I dreamed of Ma and Pa. They told me to give you lots of hugs and make you smile." Bran said as he played with the neckline of my white T-shirt.

I smiled wistfully while hugging my baby brother. "Hugs are good, buddy. Thank you." I put Bran on the chair across mine and got his breakfast.

Nowadays, I don't even remember having dreams. If I do have them, I don't remember because the minute I get up, my mind goes straight to what I can do to survive the next days ahead. I feel tired most of the time. But when I see Bran happy, that's enough for me.

"Thanks for the meal, P'Seb." Bran smiled at me after finishing his rice, scrambled egg and fried fish. I ruffled his hair and told him to go brush his Sebth.

We live in a studio apartment which I regret having because this isn't what Bran deserves. But I'll work harder until we can get a better place. I cursed at myself for punching that guy last night. If only I handled myself better, I could still be receiving a constant flow of income plus the generous tips.

I know I fucked up but I can't even tell Brad about it. I can't even share a single problem to anyone. I lost my friends when I dropped out of college to start working and take care of my brother. We don't have any relative either.

Later in the afternoon, I took Bran to an ice cream shop where we had a little playdate with his friend, Justine. Good thing my old landlady was willing to drive her son to hang out with my brother.

P'Jean asked me at one point if everything was okay with my brother and I, I said it was. For six months that we lived at their building, I've known how caring she is and her husband. But I didn't want to share problems I was having. It was my own burden to bear.

Bran and I went back home using my bike which I was able to retrieve before lunch at the club today. I was putting the chains on it when Bran suddenly ran towards a sedan parked by the sidewalk. He was already saying something to the driver before I could successfully lock my bike in place. "Bran!"

I'm sure he was telling the driver not to park there. The towing fee is expensive and my little brother is too kindhearted to see another car get towed. We've seen quite a few when him and I leave the building to go to his school or when we come back.