The Other Brother (SLOW UPDATES)

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My hands were trembling.

I held them together as i bit my lip in anxiousness.

"Calm down, jeez, it's like they're gonna eat you or anything." Selena spoke, her hands on the steering wheel.

"Im sorry, im just..really nervous."I mumbled.

"Yeah, i realized." She replied as she took a look at me.

"Look at you, you look as if you're going to explode right here and now."

"I might as well."

She sighed as she pulled up to a house.

"Oh my God, are we here already?" My eyes widened.

"Im not ready. Selena, im not ready, lets go back home please."

Selena took my hands and held them in hers.

"Sofia. I understand that all of this happened way too fast and you're not prepared for this but .. you can't be scared forever. One way or another, you're gonna have to get this done." Selena explained softly.

I whined a little before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Okay, im ready."

I wasn't. But i'll be damned if i let my sister meet a rapist in vain for nothing just to find out about my father.

I give her a shaky smile and stepped out the car.

The house itself was.. simple. It was a small house, grey in colour with chipping paint on the wooden brown door and dying plants on the window still. The curtains were visible even from here, beautiful but broken material ruining the delicate details on it.

There was no car parked in front and bin bags were piling up in the corner of the building. My heart broke a little.

This would be the life i'd be living had my parents actually wanted me.

"Nope, nope, i lied im not ready, let's go back." I started as i completely turned my body around around.

"You're not going anywhere, stop being such a pussy."

"You're right. Of course you're right i should just suck it up and get this over wi-"

"AI! Pendeja come back here, im gonna tell mama that you broke her favourite mug i swear to jesus Valeria," the shouting was heard all the way across the street and my eyes widened as i stopped talking.

"Leave me alone, loca! I didn't do anything-" spanish? Were they spanish? My sister grabbed my hand and led us forward. Now standing right in front of the door, the voices were way clearer.

"MAMA!"

"QUE QUIERES?"

"SANTANA SWORE AT ME-" the little girl's voice continued deepening the crack in my heart. They have other children. Other siblings. It was just me they didn't want?

"DIOS MIO, WHAT THE HELL ARE YO-"

Selena rung the doorbell before the woman could finish her sentence.

There was a curse in an older sounding voice and i looked at Selena to see her smiling comfortingly at me. "I'll be there with you." She reminded me and i nodded, knocking on the wooden door.

"We have guests! Shit! No esperaba a nadie! I want this house spotless in 3 seconds i swear to God himself Santana, go get the broom."

I wondered if Santana was the voice of my sister. But then i shook my head. My only sister was Selena