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To the Rescue, Sort of

Date: 2/22/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: sluttyrachel, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

You know, it's funny how things can affect so many people in so many different ways. I mean, things like winning the lottery. One person can go completely off the rails whilst others invest it wisely. This is one such story. At this moment in time I am 24 and my brother, Andy, is 21. To give you a brief description, I'm around 5'8", with a slim build, but weigh a good 10 stone, not an ounce of fat on me. My brother is an inch shorter, with a slightly bigger build. It's our personalities that are vastly different though. While basically capable of doing the same things, some quite horrible in nature, it's the way we do them that differ. My brother is what you would call a hothead; short tempered, selfish, and quite frankly has a bit of a psychotic nature about him, whilst I would be what you would term as a sociopath, but in control of his homicidal tendencies. When I was 8 years old, our mum passed away with breast cancer. It was more than our dad could handle and found his solace at the bottom of the bottle. Things got so bad that the local authorities felt they had no choice but to remove us from this environment and place us in foster care. My dad never recovered from this and shortly after took his own life. The note he left us showed me that he did care for us but couldn't get over our mum's passing. However as we grow older I came to realize that my brother wouldn't forgive him for what had happened, whilst I kept the letter and have read it several times to find ... meaning. He did love us, but could never forgive himself for not being there for us after the death of our mum. Anyway, that was several years ago. Now I have my own place that I share with my brother, and to say things couldn't be greater would be a bit of a lie. We both got in with the wrong crowd and learned a lot of things we should never have gotten into. My brother is now a petty criminal to feed his heroin habit, much to my annoyance. I will admit that I do enjoy smoking the weed though, but that is about it. My brother won't let me know who his dealer is because he knows I'll kill the bastard. It's his girlfriend I worry for. Why she's with him I have no idea. She's managed to keep herself away from the bad drug habit that has clouded him but the danger of her getting into the habit through him is always there. Sarah is just about 18 and is one hell of a great-looking girl. Blonde, ice blue eyes, legs as long as a dole queue in a recession and a figure that most girls would sell their soul to the devil for. I got along very well with her. I was at the time, single, thanks to my brother. My last girlfriend put up with him for a short time, but after a while it got too much for her. She stated that he was always in the way and she had had enough and split up with me. On one occasion, I came home to find the police in the house looking for my brother and asking Sarah as to his whereabouts. The poor girl had no idea where he was, I could tell they didn't believe her. Good job I ...