My Brother Lives Across The Street

Chapter One

Parker's POV (First Person)

I hate seeing her smoke. So much.

Its all my fault. Or my parents fault. I don't know. I consider my parents leaving me with Aaliyah but my mother actually died of childbirth and my dad just left.

Does Aaliyah know that her real Mother is dead? don't know. I hope not.

I saw Aaliyah stare back at me. I froze. She quickly burned the cigarette on her pants and threw it. That must of hurt.

I love Aaliyah but I have to see her. I don't know what time it is now but Maybe when she knocks I'll open the door.

I looked. Crap its 12:00. 30 more minutes.

I hate this. Being scared of a 13 year old. Who is my sister. What the hell?

Whatever.

All I know is that I will open the door. Or....I will try. But I am wasting time.

I'm wasting my time. Wasting other people's time. People don't have as much time as I do, and instead of using it I'm wasting it. Why? Anxiety. Of course.

But still, I understand why Chelsea left. We barley talked. I mean, I slept with her a few times, so that automatically made us boyfriend and girlfriend to her. So I went along with it. Sometimes it was like she was never here. But do I really love her? My mind hasn't decided yet.

My mind hasn't decided on anything yet....

My mind doesn't really work right, neither does my life. I looked up to see Chelsea again. "I thought you left."

"Parker....I'm sorry."

"...Yep.."

"No Parker really, I'm moving in with my parents. We can't afford to live here. Me working at a Starbucks doesn't give us a lot of money, its not going to pay the rent." We honestly haven't had a conversation in three weeks. I'm glad she came to her senses.

"I get it.." Chelsea seemed like a big weight has been lifted off her shoulders or something.

"Parker..."

"What."

"I'm.... so sorry, for being rude before."

"Its okay.."

"No Parker really! If I could stay I would but we can't afford rent! Its just... the landlord is so mean, this place is so small, and you don't work....I know out have anxiety, I did too! But now I don't. If you worked, I probably could of stayed...we have all been there Parker, I had anxiety when I was your sisters age, did you even meet her yet?"

I shook my head. Chelsea closed her eyes, and sighed. "My parents are picking me up at 6:00. I get home from work at 5:30. If they come early, please don't ignore them....okay?"

I nodded. "I'm glad you took this well, I'm sorry for being childish earlier. I love you so much, we'll still keep in contact right?

"Of course," I said.

Chelsea walked out of the room to take a shower. She quickly walked back in with a note. "Its for you." She said, I already know who it was from. Aaliyah. My sister. My only sister.

That I've never met.

I don't want to open it. Sometimes I do but most of the time I don't. I don't want a relationship with her, I'll hurt her feelings, I don't want to get attached to the letters and then want to meet her even more badly.

I was only eighteen. I was eighteen when my mother died of childbirth. Right after dad left for good. I was scared at the age of eighteen.

I knew Karl always wanted kids, my best friend. But his girlfriend couldn't have kids. I'm pretty sure her name was Faith. And I'm also pretty sure there still together.

But the thing is, I live right down the road from them. Right across the street.

How? I guess fate? I don't know...

How did they find out?

Well, Chelsea does NOT have anxiety. She is the opposite of me. One day I just remember Chelsea coming home all excited saying Aaliyah lived across the street.

I guess Chelsea told Karl, and Karl told Faith, and Faith told Aaliyah. And that was that.

Aaliyah knocks on my door a lot, and leaves notes sometimes. Its been going on for two months.

She's been mostly giving the letters to Chelsea to give to me.

She doesn't give me notes ALL the time, Maybe three times a week....

Sometimes I feel like writing her back. Asking hee questions, What grade are you in? How's school? I love you, you know that right? Why would you start the habit of smoking? You know I don't hate you right? Are you okay?

But she probably hates me. Maybe her notes to me are hate notes. Or Maybe she understands.

Chelsea might have told her.

Sometimes, I look out the window and see them striking up a conversation. Its funny, I know what she looks like, I know a lot about her, but she doesn't know what I look like or anything about me.

You never know, Maybe Chelsea showed a picture to her.

Maybe I'll see hee one day, once I get over this stupid thing. I hate anxiety. No matter what happens, your heart starts pounding, you can't breath, you freeze up, you basically get scared.

Chelsea walked out with my keys. "Bye."

Before I could say goodbye back, she left.

I looked out the window to see Aaliyah walking around the block with her earbuds in, she does it everyday.

She stopped to say Hi to Chelsea, I'm guessing Chelsea told Aaliyah about the move because she looked upset. Chelsea looked upset telling her.

Chelsea waved goodbye and went in the car leaving Aaliyah alone in my driveway.

She stood there for a few seconds, trying to process What just happened.

She looked around to see if anyone was outside and slammed hee backpack down to the ground in anger and sat on it.

If I was her, I would be mad too.

I looked over to her house. Dammit Karl, why can't be Ever be home on time?

And why was Aaliyah sitting in my driveway? If I were to Ever meet her I would have so many questions. I know she has a house key.

She's just mad...

I know it sounds weird, but I do watch her. I'll get to know her as much as I can without face to face contact.

She picked up her backpack and was walking to her house.

I feel bad. But relieved.

Maybe she'll stop trying to talk to me...or Maybe she won't. Maybe she won't knock on my door Today. I told myself I was going to answer. Maybe I really was this time.

This is so hard. I can't do this. I have a car, I never really use it, Chelsea always does. But since its mine she's obviously not taking to to her parents house.

I feel as if I'm not capable to live on my own with this....anxiety.

But...In reality...

I am.

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