I'm me but I'm not(GirlxGirl)

Returned

The jet came to a stop on the runway but I stayed in my seat and waited for the pilot to turn off the seatbelt light.

As soon as the all clear was given I grabbed my carry on bag and walked down the ramp. The car that I had ordered was waiting for me at the bottom of the steps.

A black Camero with all black interior, I have another one of these back in Russia, but I didn't want to bring it over.

I opened the back trunk and a man helped me pack my luggage in the back. Opening the drivers side door I threw my carry on bag over and slid behind the wheel and drove off after tipping the man.

I drove all the way to the house without stopping and was soon pulling up in front of the house I had bought for my dad before he died. Since I was the one who payed for it,when he died the title automatically transfered back to me.

I pulled my car around the back and got out, I would come back for my bags later. I only took my backpack with me. Unlocking the back doors I took a look at the house I had only seen pictures of.

I came in through the kitchen that had stainless steel appliances and granite counter tops. The walls were ash grey and remembering how my father was before I left I knew that that would be the color throughout the entire house. The house had five bedrooms four bathrooms and an office.

I walked up the stairs and opened the door to the room that I knew was mine and threw my bag on the bed. Stripping off my leather jacket I threw it on the back on the chair in the room and went back downstairs to check out the house.

I opened all the doors to the room and found the one that must have belonged to my brother.The walls were a deep blue and had a few posters on them. He had a king sized bed in the middle of the room with a black comforter. Clothes were scattered on the floor and smelled like old cheese.

I walked into the room and went over to his bed side table and pulled it open and sighed at what I saw inside.

A box of condoms, two knives,some pills and a bag at the back that looked to be filled with marijuana.

In the letter that my father had sent to me,he had told me of some of Brandon's destructive behavior and how he was getting worse and worse.

He had begged me to come help,knowing that he wasn't going to be alive much longer and wanting to save Brandon from his horrible ways.

I reached in and took the pills and bag of weed out of the drawer and threw them on the bed. Then I proceeded to search his entire room and found six more bags of drugs and a few scattered pills.

Gathering everything into my arms I walked into his bathroom and flushed everything. I left his room and closed the door behind me and found my fathers old room but decided not to go in just yet.

I went to the office instead and started up the computer and found my fathers bank information. The money I had been sending him was still being transfered to his account. So I opened a second screen with my information and stopped the transfer process and closed his account with a quick call to the bank.

One of the reasons I closed it was because I saw that Brandon had a card from his account and was making outrageous withdrawls and spending money on only god knows what. I got his card cancelled also.

When I was satisfied with that I logged of the computer after setting a new password and locked the door behind me.

I went back outside and brought my luggage in before changing into some workout close and walked downstairs into the basement that had been converted into a gym and began working out as I waited on my wayward brother to return home.

He's in for a big suprise when he sees me.