Dear Brother

Dear redheads

A week had passed and I was bored. I read all the novels I had borrowed from the Library, i watched all the seasons of Orange is the new black and Prison break. Whenever Harry was around we would hang out in my room, i liked being sneaky with him-- not that I was in any way dating him. It was sort of like an affair. Zayn was his usual self which I didn't mind.

My dad convinced me that it was a good idea to go back to my old summer job. I scoffed like I was too old for that but then my my mom added no one is ever too old to earn money. During high school, every summer I used to work at Gustavo Bakery, it was great but not so great because Zayn and friends and girlfriends hang out there all the time, convenient for treating me like s**t. The owner was Gustavo was my dad's buddy, that's how I got the job. It was quite funny how I never had friends my age, always people that were a decade older than me. Gustavo was your Italian 5'3, just 2 inches shorter than me, he had a great sense of humour and always made me feel good about myself whenever he would tell me his embarrassing stories.

"People in Italia always teased me about my height, i don't know why those kids tease you. They must be jealous of your beauty."

I smiled at the thought of that but that smile soon faltered at the thought.

*Flashback*

I made my way down the school hall ways, i know people usually laugh at me but today it's just 10× worse. I brushed it, putting some loose strands behind my ear, i made my way to my locker only to find. A poster of me and Gustavo, i was embraced in his arms with a smile on my face. We took that picture when I had turned my fifteenth birthday when he made me the biggest Chocolate Cake with my picture on it, I stuffed my face and had a stomach ache for a week.

The disturbing part was what was written on the poster and the p***s drawings all over it.

"Zayn's sister sucking Italian d**k, talk about levels." Tears immediately wailed up under my eyes, i knew who it was. When I turned back I saw Vicky Hayden-- your definition of school slut and my brother's on and off girlfriend and bestfriends to Sofia, Harry's girlfriend. Vicky was also the editor of the school paper so I wasn't surprised, she wasn't as dump as she acted.

"I see you have seen my newest article for the school paper, sister in law." She smirked flipping her glistening red hair to one shoulder. People always think that the cliché b***h has to be blonde and ugly but in my case, Vicky Hayden was very beautiful and intelligent, she always won awards for best student and perfect attendance. She was also student president, with her Texas accent every male would kiss her feet.

I hated her.

"I hate you so much arghhh." I threw my books down and stomped out and she laughed making everyone laugh including ny brother and friends. I sat in the toilet cubicle the whole day hiding in shame.

*End of Flashback*

I immediately erased those horrible filthy thoughts. I pushed the door open to Gustavo Bakery, i had not realised that I was standing there for a while until someone pushed me. I made my way to the kitchen where Gustavo was holding his arms out for me. I hugged him immediate smelling cinnamon, from his apron. "I heard you were coming back today. How is Uni ?" He chuckled lightly before coughing which made me really worried. I noticed he had more grey hairs and looked fragile.

"It's okay, how have you been and how's Marta ?" I asked, Marta was his wife.

"She is good, you should visit more often. I thought you had forgotten about me." He smiled, wrinkles forming on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry I haven't visited in two years." I frowned but he smiled. Since my grandfather died before I was even born and my grandmother when I was six...Marta and Gustavo were like my grandparents.

"And I'm going to be getting my job back, no pay." I grimaced taking an apron and putting on. "I'm just helping out."

"No, i will pay you." He said in a serious tone.

"No no, if you will pay me then I will put it in the donation box. How's that ?" I suggested.

"Fine with me." He suddenly put cream on my nose, like how he would always. Gustavo had only one son who lived in Los Angeles, he was twenty-eight and married with two kids that's were barely over five years old.

I greeted everyone in the kitchen nothing had changed. Bill, Heather, Miles and Pedro were still in their spots.

"I have a new employee who is round about your age..." Gustavo added leading me to the till. Maybe I will get a friend, i thought. My face immediately changed when I saw her with her Auburn hair that was shoulder length...maybe it was her I thought but I shuddered when I saw the tattoo H&S on her slim hand.

"Sofia this is my granddaughter, Zaneh." He added his hand still on my shoulder, she looked at me with shock. I held onto the counter suddenly feeling like air was being knocked out of my lungs.

"Zaneh are you okay.." Gustavo asked. Everything seemed to feel dizzy going round and round. Sofia didn't matter a word as she was still in shock. The next thing I knew I was consumed in the dark. Out of every single thing nothing had ever prepared me for this...

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Antonette