The Older Brother

Chapter 4: Older Brother

Pulling into the diner, I rubbed at the bruise gently and sighed in annoyance at the ridiculous night.

Hot, but what a douche.

I smiled at the waitress as I headed inside and took a seat, "Hi, just a coffee." I said as she nodded and headed off.

I'm mentally preparing myself for the cost of damages to my car.

Oil change, new tires, plus the check engine light is on, I'm sure I need more wiper fluid, the brakes need cleaning and my car needs that coolant? I think that's it. 

Oh and my front axel....

Yup.

I'm royally screwed.

Someone send help.

"He's just ugh. I mean how many times can I toss myself out there and then just be seen as a piece of ass?" The girl in the booth behind mine began on a rant.

I listened in for a bit, "I've been trying to get him to respect me but he just doesn't! He won't!" She cried desperately.

Part of me felt bad for the poor girl but I also know I don't care much about those 'I want him to respect me but I want to f**k him' girls.

There's always been this side of me that I felt but couldn't tell people about. I honestly don't like humans.

Well not that I don't like them generally, there's a few I love but the rest I couldn't give a rats ass about, but it's that I don't trust them.

That is why I want to be a veterinarian. I like animals, I don't like humans. When you help animals, they have a higher chance at killing humans. Which soon eliminates the amount of humans I don't like.

I've had trust issues for as long as I can remember, I'm sure I was born that way. I just know that people reflexively lie and manipulate others and that no one is actually a good hearted person. There's no 'non selfish' humans, we're all selfish.

I'm not sure Mother Theresa is, but I know people who do good by God, are only good because they want the approval, the good feeling they get when they do good.

It's only unselfish if you do good and receive nothing from the outcome.

Humans suck at that. We love approval, praise, that good feeling. Sometimes we even do things because we don't want to feel guilt, such as giving to the homeless.

We want to give, it provides us a guilt-free conscious and makes us feel closer to being a good person of God.

I don't want to shove my hands down the mouths or up the assholes of animals all my life. I especially don't want to be bit by them or told they're a great pet normally they're just scared while they've got their canines dig into my forearm.

One day I'll find the perfect job, one where I can balance my disliking for humans and my desire to make the world better.

Clear up the assholes like my father.

Some day, one day.

"It's okay Katy, you just need to try again. Maybe dress super hot and show him what he's missing. You know?" The other girl asked.

Oh god, that's horrible advice.

The waitress came back with my coffee and I added creamer and sugar before I began drinking and listening to Katy and her friend Isabelle.

Isabelle was a dumb b***h.

After finishing my coffee, I left a ten on the table and got up walking past their table and staring at the girl talking. "Don't succumb to some loser who only sees you as a piece of meat. Get yourself a man who worships you. A guy willing to give up every girl for you alone." I said earning a smile from her blotched face.

Don't cry over stupid boys.

I'm still learning how to follow that saying. It's important for woman to know they don't need a man, they should just want but never depend on a man.

I'm one to talk, I was saved last night by some assholes older brother.

God I will be kicking myself till the day I die.

How could I be so drunkenly stupid?

I'm never, ever getting drunk while he's around. Ever.

God knows who else's d**k I might wound up shooting off. I wonder if he's pissed.