Oh Brother - S01 E43

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Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43


I wrapped my arms around my knees and brought them to my chest. Burying my face into them, I then allowed a few tears to escape my eyes. I hated being here. I hated how lonely I was.

As a teenager, I felt like I should feel free at being alone in a motel. With my b---h of a mother home and no parental supervision, I thought I would be having a blast here on my own. But it turned out, I was miserable. With no one I knew in kilometres, I was horribly lonely.

It didn’t help that I hadn’t seen Christian for a month. Even though we went to the same school, we never got to see each other. Christian was two years older, but that wasn’t the issue. The issue was how strict my mom became. Nowadays she forced Christian to go home for lunch so that we couldn’t see each other. I swear I hated her.

Sniffing as more tears ran down my face, I lifted my head up and looked around the ugly motel room. There were two rooms. One bedroom and one kitchen/living room. Both rooms were plain, and from how yellow and smelly the place was I could tell it was getting old. It was still better than what I expected from my mom who was paying for it, but I still missed my house.

My home actually, and all of my memories in it. The memories of my dad, the memories of Christian, and even the memories of my old mom were what I missed especially. All those were there, yet I could never return to that place. I hated what had become of my life.

I covered my mouth and fought back a sob. Emotional was all I’d been for the past week, and it wasn’t even my time of the month. I was just so done with everything that happened in the past year, so I guess all of my emotions were coming out now. That was the only benefit of living alone. No one could see my meltdown.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. I froze on the couch I was sitting on. Wiping the tears away from my cheeks, I got up and went to the door. Assuming it was a salesman, I took a deep breath in and opened the door. My eyes widened as Christian stood in front of me.

“Oh my god,” Christian said, breathlessly.

Without waiting for a reply, he then hugged me. The door shut behind him as I began crying into his chest. I couldn’t believe he was here. I couldn’t believe I was crying into him like this. But right now, I was too busy to care.

Still holding onto me, Christian led me to what I realized was my bedroom from the walking distance. He then sat me down on my bed and sat next to me. His arms remained wrapped around me as I continued to cry. I didn’t know why I was so emotional, but I was just so happy he was here.

After I felt like I cried my guts out, I moved away from him and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” he asked, brushing away some of my tears with his thumb.

I smiled sadly. “Well, thank you.”

“Idiot.” He ruffled my hair gently. “Why are you thanking me? I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier.”

I shrugged, unsure of what to say. For so long I’d been missing him. He was right, he should have.

“You hate it here?” he then asked.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I hate this place.”

“I don’t blame you.” His eyes wandered around the place. “I’m so mad.”


“Because you don’t deserve this!” he exclaimed. “You f-----g mom needs to be taught a lesson!”


“She does!” His eyes hardened. “What kind of mother kicks their daughter out of her own house. I hate her. You should too. We should hate her together.”

A part of me was touched by how passionate Christian was about this, knowing it was because he cared about me. But the other part of me was worried. Christian rarely got mad, but my mom seemed to anger him nowadays. That side of Christian was a part of a past he wasn’t fond of, so I was worried that the past was returning.

Wanting to calm him down, I gently put a hand on his arm. His eyes met mine, and they lost their hardness. Instead they seemed sad, which made me wonder if he pitied me. Even if I was pitiful, I hoped he didn’t.

“She’s a b---h,” I agreed. “But there’s nothing we can do. This is how things are, so please don’t waste your time plotting revenge on her. She deserves nothing from us.”

“True.” Christian sighed.

He put an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I laid my head on his shoulder, suddenly feeling tired. I knew seeing him was a rare occasion, but after everything I was too tired to bask in the glory of the moment. Silently, I prayed we would get more days together.

“So, tell me. How have you been the past month?” Christian asked.

“Okay.” I smiled sadly, snuggling into him. “It gets lonely though.”

“I know. This place is horrible and empty.” His voice seemed to almost crack at those words. “I’m sorry this happened to you. This is all my fault. If only I-”

“Christian,” I cut in, surprised he felt at fault in the situation. “It’s not your fault. It’s not mine either. Life is just…”

“Unfair? Yeah, it sure as hell is.”

I smiled sadly, knowing he was right. All we ever wanted was happiness, and once we got a bit of it we were now stuck with new reasons to be unhappy. Life was cruel, I realized.

Feeling down, I asked, “Can we change the subject? This is depressing.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, but I knew his heart was not in it. “Let’s do something.”

I smiled, moving away from him so that I could see his face. My heart fluttered at the question.

“What do you think we should do?” I asked.

“We should have… Fun.” He grinned. “If you know what I mean.”

I smirked, knowing exactly what he meant. “Oh, we should. What would be fun though?”

He grinned mischievously and I knew where this was going. Adrenaline was pumping through me as my smirk grew.

“We should…” He winked slowly. “Play video games.”

I laughed, glad to see that he had the same mind as me. Even with other options, I knew video games was the answer since the beginning. I shook my head at how strange we were.

Getting up from the bed, my heart lightened up. Christian had a way of making me feel like everything was okay, and I was thankful.

Smiling, I said, “Let’s go.”

He nodded and got up as well. My smile grew and he smiled back at me. Just a few minutes ago, I had been crying. With him here, I now felt better. Less emotional too, which was as much as I could ask for ever since coming here. This was why I needed Christian, I realized.


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