My Brother is WHO?

As I got up the next day I jolted and remembered the events of yesterday, was Jinxx really my brother? It seemed it but it didn't feel real just yet. I got up and put my running stuff on again and had a fruit yoghurt before I went out. I took my dog up and down the road before I dropped her off and went for my run around all the side lanes and back roads that hardly anyone uses.

I got back and jumped in the shower to wash the sweat away. I stood in the shower thinking for a while, about my past mostly. After I finished in the shower I went back to my room and put on my black skinny jeans with my Black Veil Brides top that I ripped the back of. I quickly did my make up ready for the day, just a thick winged liner and mascara for college. I brushed out my long red hair and let the natural curls hang down. I grabbed my bag and left to get the bus, with my earphones blasting Black Veil Brides.

By the time I got to college I was too hot with my leather jacket on, I suppose walking four miles would do that. I sat just outside the diner when Alisha and her mates came up to me like most mornings, I still had my headphones in and just ignored them, until I felt my hair being pulled, I turned around and saw a hand raised to slap me, I just let it happen, there was no point fighting it. I was pushed to the floor and someone started kicking me, I couldn’t hear anything that was being said to me, I just saw the girls mouths moving, I could lip read well enough that I could tell that I was being called an “emo slag”, “a bitch” and was being told to kill myself. I just ignored it until someone came up and they all ran away, I looked up and saw a guy from my chemistry class, I just ignored him and got up and walked away. I walked to the bathroom to clean up and stayed in there until the bell went, once I realised it was Wednesday I headed to tutor, the teacher isn’t so bad, he never really showed up though, as I was waiting I text Jinxx telling him to pick me up early as I only had 3 lessons this morning, he showed up and looked at the bruise forming on my cheek and just turned away, he knows I won’t talk to him about anything.

Triple English wasn’t so bad, I sat with a few friends in those lessons, we weren’t very close but we talked and met up occasionally, I didn’t want to go to third there was nothing I had to do, I’d finished all the work so I just went to the gym in the second building for an hour and left when the break bell rung. I ran down the bank to where I was supposed to meet Jinxx. I waited at the bus stop and saw a black BMW Z4 pull up, the passenger window rolled down to reveal a smiling Jinxx, he leaned over and opened the door but his smile faded when he saw my face. I climbed in and he started asking me questions, I turned to him “Jinxx if you want to talk I’m not doing it in your car parked up in a bus stop, there’s a cafe a few minutes’ drive away, let’s just go there” I said and he nodded, I directed him and he pulled up and we went inside, I grabbed my purse and went to stand in line with him, when we ordered he pushed my hands back when I went to pay and gave the money for both drinks.

We walked over to a table and sat down “Holly what happened, please tell me” he pleaded, his blue eyes staring into mine and I realised we had the same eyes, I nodded and looked down at my drink before I started talking, I explained everything to him, I didn’t even mean to, it just came out, how I was bullied, what the girls did to me today, my self harm and all the mental health problems I suffered. During my explanation he started crying, earning him a few odd looks, as soon as he realised I was finished he moved around the table and wrapped me in a big hug and before he let me go and whispered in my ear I should tell someone and that I wouldn't have to face them alone and I shouldn't harm myself. I smiled sadly at him and explained all the counselling that hadn’t helped, he nodded and just hugged me, I could tell that even though we hardly knew each other, he cared at least a little for me and would protect me just like my other brothers. He had always been one of my saviours and having him holding me, even as awkward as it was because we were in a public place, felt nice, I was sure having him as a brother would be good.

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