Heyyy, I'm backkkk. It's been a while; school is taking a toll on me. I kinda, almost forgot about this story. I didn’t expect for it to get as much attention as it did. A lover of this story reached out to me and asked me to continue it a week or two ago. Only then did I realize people actually wanted another part 0_0. So here it is! Updates may be a bit slow considering I do indeed have school but I'm gonna finish this. Thank you to those who were patient with me
I'm sorry that the author of this story is a procrastinator🥲
"Fuck you."
By, Lucky Green
Gavin’s POV
“Eliah Kamski,” I spoke, finding my voice.
The unspoken name was hissed through my gritted teeth. God knows it’s been years since I’ve heard it, let alone spoke it. It was somewhat sad seeing as we were step brothers. Maybe not actual brothers, but still carried the same blood. Our relationship status was quite sad seeing as we were family but I wasn’t going to shed a tear. Not one. Things weren’t so bad when we were younger. We did what normal brothers did, playing catch out in the yard, creating and acting out stories with the few toys we were supplied with, and so on. There were days when our parents argued. At the time I lived with Elijah’s mother, Elijah himself, and our shared father. My mother was nothing more than a hookup that became a pregnancy overtime until she finally had me. She left me with our father before simply walking away, never looking back. At the time of the hookup our father was dating Elijah’s mother who soon learned of the hookup after I was presented. It became hell for years afterwards. They constantly argued about the cheating that Elijah’s mother never quite forgave our father for as I being there was a constant reminder. Other times our father came home drunk which triggered another fight. During those times Elijah was my only source of comfort, holding me within his arms and assuring the fact that all would be fine. I believed him. Everything began to change when Elijah’s interest in me withered, being replaced by the interest on how things worked. Some days he replaced playing with me to tinker with the household electronics. As we got older his interest only grew until he spent all his time messing with electronics, completely forgetting about me. It got to the point where I was waved off or pushed back whenever I attempted to interact with him which was often. His interest in engineering soon got to the point where he would take apart the household appliances for parts he needed for some project he was working on inside his room. This included the TV, the TV remote, and the blender. I remember taking the blame for all of it in hope that Elijah would finish his project and come back to me. At last, that wasn’t the case. Our parents came to recognize Elijah’s brilliance and showered him with more affection and support. His mother never liked me anyway, seeing me as nothing more than another woman’s baby and according to our father; my birth ruined his marriage. Day by day, week by week, Elijah grew more distant towards me. He spoke as if I was nothing more than someone he put up with until he eventually stopped speaking altogether. The day Elijah spoke his last words to me were painful and still sent pain to my heart whenever it came to mind. I had wanted to play with him, still clinging to our past and desperate to have things back to how they were. I was silently making sure our parents were nowhere to be found before rushing to Elijah’s room. Before this, our “mother” tended to give me a beating and lecture whenever I attempted to even speak to my brother. ‘“Your disturbing his brilliance!”’ she had said. ‘“You will not drag him down with your stupidity!”’ But I wanted my brother. I had knocked on his door, quick, fast knocks. I was prepared to tell him that we could play whatever he wanted. The door soon opened and there stood Elijah. I didn’t get a word out before he said, ‘“Mom told me not to speak to you because you're only going to slow me down,”’ and with that he closed the door. The same day Elijah’s mother finally had enough of our father and after snatching up Elijah, left. They left me to deal with our father’s wrath that only worsened after the divorce. Those years were nothing but hell, filled with terror and playing a dangerous game of Hide & Seek. If he managed to find me he made sure to remind me that I ruined his life, screaming the words during blow after blow. Somehow I managed to live through everything and escaped to a friend’s house as soon as possible. Elijah never contacted me. As the years went by I prayed that he would, hoped with everything inside me. He eventually became the famous android maker everyone knows him by today. I tried to contact him a million times, the first time to congratulate him on his success only to be denied. Afterwards I began to believe he just didn’t want to talk to me. I stopped at some point of time. The memory of the day he left, with me standing outside his bedroom door was too much. I wasn’t prepared for that type of heartbreak again. If he wanted me, he would have contacted me years ago. Eventually I was able to move on, study in school, and join the police force. Now, after all these years, after all those memories, he was calling. I half hoped it was an apology. An apology for leaving me to fend for myself against our father and for never contacting his little brother. But why after all this time would he finally apologize to me? No. He had called in need for something. He wanted something out of me, nothing more. Our relationship meant nothing to him before so why would it mean something now? However with all the feelings flowing through me, I was relieved to finally hear from him.
