My Brother Is Living My Life.

Chapter 2: "I Can't Take It Anymore!"

After a long night of stupid people talking about random stupid shit, the only thing I wanted to do was speed off the premises and head home. I always asked myself, even though I lived in a bad part of town...how come in front of the store where I worked seemed like the place for all the criminals to hang out at? Especially around this time. I'm surprised I haven't gotten shot or robbed trying to make it across the parking lot.

Everytime I'm leaving for work I make sure I take a deep breath and then power walk to my car. I keep my head down and my eyes on my feet because one wrong look from me, could very easily be the end of me.

It only gets worse on the days when my car doesn't immediately start and I start having a panic attack because I can't get out of there quick enough. I forget to breathe which causes them all to laugh at me. Its like they anticipate when I get off. All they're missing is the popcorn. After that traumatic experience which happens 5 days a week. It takes me at least 1hour and 45 minutes to 2 hours to make it home. Which will be around 8 o'clock. I like to do the speed limit because I am extremely accidental prone.

That is my daily routine. From Monday through Friday, praying each day that I make it to see the next day only to do it all over again.

Great. Just fucking great.

When I pulled up to my apartment and shut off the engine, I grabbed my jacket from the passenger seat and opened my car door. Not paying attention my door slams into someone else's car.

Of course.

My eyes got wide as I searched around to see if anybody saw what just happened. Thank God the coast was clear. I squeezed my way from the middle of the two cars so close together and pushed my glasses up.

"Whoa...now that's a beaut."

I put my hands on my waist as I admired the Audi Q4 E-Tron, equipped with a dual electric motor and an 82-kWh battery pack, delivering 301 horsepower. I clinched my teeth together as anger surged through my body as my eyeballs unwillingly moved to my beat up 94 Volvo equipped with 300,000 miles, a boot for a tire, scratched paint and now a newly dented driver's side door. Life just couldn't get any better.

I just really wanted to shower, eat a TV dinner and sleep for the rest of my life but hope that my bills would still get paid so I won't be asleep on the curb. As I made my way up the iron stairs I couldn't help but notice someone standing in front of my door.

"About time you got here, I've been waiting."

I climbed the rest of the stairs and glanced behind me to make sure it was me this person was talking to. I can't tell you how many times I've waved at someone who wasn't waving at me or started talking to someone who was clearly on a bluetooth.

"Uh, excuse me? Can I help you with something?"

The stranger slowly turned around and my jacket slipped out of my hand as I started smiling from ear to ear.

"OH My God!!"

"Wasup witchu' Leo!!?"

I couldn't find the words to speak. Seeing my brother in the flesh made me want to jump on him and yell to the top of my lungs in happiness. But seeing the way that he dressed also had me wanting to pull a Mike Tyson and bite his fucking ear off.

"Omg Ronoh what are you doing here? How come you didn't give me a heads up? I mean I would made arrangements and everything, I'm not really set up to have a guest because you know I-"

Ronoh lightly slapped his hands down on both of my shoulders.

"Reeelaaax Leo. I won't be here for long. I'm just here for the weekend and plus I already booked a room at the Four Seasons. It's no pressure at all. I just, really wanted to come and see my lil' brother and visit my hometown. You know... I needed a little vacation."