How To Fall In Love With My "Brother"

Smoking Thoughts

Good evening!

Here is a new chapter for you.

By the way, the names mentioned here for Paul's parents are the real names of them. Only the name of the sister is chosen by myself.

Now I wish you a lot of fun, until the next chapter!

Chapter Name: Smoking Thoughts 

Words: 1840

Persons: Sven (Richard) Kruspe, Heiko Paul Hiersche, Anton Hiersche, Erika Hiersche, OC

View: Sven/Richard and Paul

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"What do you mean? Don't you have a family?" asks Paul's mother.

"No, I didn't. I haven't had a family in years. I'm doing my best I can through life. What you can do, I'm 14. Now I scraped my last money together and went to Berlin."

"And where did you want to stay?" asks Paul.

"On some park bench or under a bridge. Let's see what I will do. Either I'm looking for a job here or I'm fleeing to West-Germany."

"Are you suicidal?! This is far too dangerous, the hunters will kill you!", Paul stares at me.

"It doesn't have to get that far. You just stay here. If you really don't have a home and a family, then we can certainly clarify this with the authorities here. I don't want a boy like you to go into such dangers," the mother says.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you, but I can't possibly accept that."

"Oh, you can. Nobody can say ‚No' to my mother," Paul grins.

I look back and forth between the two. Should I really dare and just stay with this family?

A man, slightly taller than Paul, enters the room and looks at me with an irritated and at the same time critical gaze. He is about the same age as Paul's mother, probably her husband and probably Paul's father.

"Who is this guy? Heiko, how many times have I told you to ask us beforehand if you bring some of your friends to our home," he says sternly to the boy next to me.

"I just met him today. That's Richard, he was out in the thunderstorm. He doesn't have a family.'

"You are an orphan. Where do you come from? Are you here from Berlin?"

I just shake my head slowly and get closer to the wall. He seems even stricter to me than my stepfather and that may mean something.

"Are you not going to be missed?" he asks.

"No. Nobody misses me," I look away.

Actually, I don't want to talk about it, I'm pretty tired. I also fear that they will discover, what my real name is and where I come from. After that I probably have to go back, and I definitely don't want that at all.

"Anton, now don't ask the boy so much like that. You can see how bushed he is. I'm doing dinner now and then that's enough for that day. Richard doesn't have to explain everything to us and losing his family is bad enough."

"You're right, Erika, but what about the boy? Should he go back to the street? He doesn't survive one night."

"I'm used to sleep on park benches. It's okay," I get up, but Paul pushes me down again.