Darn Stupid Brother You Are

Angel's POV

Flashback

“Are you out of your senses?!” I shouted to Hendrix, my step brother who was humping a lady right in my art studio.

The duo jumped when they saw me and hurriedly covered themselves.

“Get out!” I screamed at them.

The strange lady carried her bag and shoes and rushed out before rushing in again to pick up her underwear from the floor.

She struggled to put on her clothes while rubbing to avoid running naked in the streets. I couldn't care less, I just wanted them out of my sight.

My stepbrother still stood unfazed as his partner was acting catastrophically.

“And you too, Hendrix!” I shouted at him, just in case he didn't get the memo that he was supposed to leave too.

“You need to calm down sis or should I say Angel?” He asked, calling my name seductively and licking his lips.

He knew the effect he had on me but I wasn't about to let him hypnotise me this time.

“Get out,” I said to him one more time with a lower voice.

“Chill…it's not like I'm going to contact an STD or something.” He said before leaving.

A year later >>>

“Your pass, please.” A beautiful young nurse stated to me and Hendrix.

We were in LiveLaughLong reproductive Health and Wellness Centre trying to check in since my stepbrother's casanova had finally contracted a disease known as ARD- Atypical Reproductive Dysfunction Syndrome.

It came as a shock to my parents but not to me and they immediately spotted that I knew about his sexual escapades and therefore made a scapegoat out of me.

They shouldered me with the responsibility of seeing that he was well treated before we showed face back in the house.

I immediately checked for a good health centre and was referred here. Not only was this a hospital, but it was more like a correctional centre.

We had to stay in a camp and get educated about the dangers of sex and STDs. My punishment was having to stay throughout the camp when I didn't have any STDs.

I decided to accept my fate instead of sulking and followed him here.

I turned to see Hendrix grumbling while showing his pass to the nurse. I wasn't the only one who wasn't pleased to be here.

“Your hostel is right in front.” The nurse said to us after scribbling some alphanumeric figures on our pass which I realised were hostel numbers.

As I walked towards the huge signboard that read ‘Female hostel,’ I noticed the populace was filled with people of our age.

I checked the placards on each door till I was able to locate my room. I tried to open it but it was locked.

Soon a voice sounded from inside the room. “Who's there?”

I sighed, “I wasn't going to be alone in a room?”

The door opened and a cheery-looking blonde greeted me with a smile.

“Guys, we have a new roommate.” She announced to the rest. I was disappointed. Not only will I be sharing a room, I will be sharing with four people.

I walked to the empty bed, placed my sketchbook and art supplies in the drawer close to the bed, ignored the rest of my suitcase, and jumped on the bed.

I closed my eyes, drowning their noises while pretending to sleep as I thought about my stepmother. I didn't know when sleep caught up with me.

The next morning>>>

“Finally, she's up!” One of my roommates shouted. It was the blonde from yesterday and she was the loudest.

“Sleepyhead. We were just talking about you. What's your name?” She asked me.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes but went ahead to ignore her and her question. I just wanted to be left alone.

“Okay, we'll go first. I'm Hande, and this is Dilara.” She pointed to a shy-looking brunette who looked too innocent to have an STD.

“Hi.” Dilara greeted me with a little smile.

“That's Cylan.” She continued, pointing at a lady who had more masculine features and even dressed like one.

“Hey,” Cylan said dismissively.

“And that's Charlotte.” She added, pointing at the last roommate who was just looking at us in confusion.

“Pardon her, she's not English so she's always slow to understand,” Hande stated.

I nodded my head to greet the foreigner before turning to Hande who looked like she was expecting a reply from me.

“Right, I'm Angel,” I told her when I realised she was waiting for me to introduce myself.

“This is way different from back home,” I muttered to myself as we started to prepare for the day and headed for the dining room for breakfast.

At the dining room, I caught a glimpse of Hendrix walking in with four boys who I guess were his roommates too.

“The chicks here are fire!” I heard him say, his roommates chanted “You bet!” while looking around the room.

I shook my head. He still hasn't learned from his disease.

“Sad part is we can’t fuck them though, we ain't sure of the disease they are struggling with.” One of his roommates added.

“I don't know about you but I don't give a hoot about any friggin’ diseases as long there's a girl to fuck.” Hendrix responded and they all erupted into laughter.

I rolled my eyes and turned to face my roommates on my table who were talking about how the food was somewhat bland.

I looked around to take in the scenery of the environment and I liked what I saw.

The colour combinations were a perfect mixture of blue and teal and the walls had ancient murals and paintings.

I got lost looking at one of them which showed a man on his deathbed indicating that we could cut short our own life by making wrong decisions.

I was about to start eating my food when I caught a glimpse of Hendrix talking to a girl. It sparked a kind of reaction within me that I couldn't identify.

I instantly hated the girl and didn't want Hendrix to be anywhere near her. Then it occurred to me. I was jealous.