Tom|| Brother

You weren't from a very wealthy family, because you lived with your mother, who became a drunk after the divorce, but because you had a very influential father, you could have gotten into a good school, but you wore dirty clothes and didn't wear makeup like the others. And a lot of kids bullied you, mostly the supposedly cool ones. And you went to this school when I was in 5th grade, and now you were entering in 10th grade, you were getting Bs, but after your mother died, you slid down to Cs and Bs. No, you weren't depressed, it's just that before, at least you had someone. And now. No one. And one day, when everything was going terribly, there was a knock on the door, and when you opened it, you froze. There stood your FATHER. You had a good relationship with your father, sometimes you called, sometimes you saw each other. And your father didn't know that things were bad with your mother, he apparently only found out now. When he got a call from child protection.
-Daughter, darling, why didn’t you tell me anything?
He hugged you right away
-Dad, I...
-You're going with me to another city.
You weren't against it, because it was better to move to another city than be bullied. And when you went with your father, you didn't have much, and he decided to stop by the store with you. You grabbed a lot of stuff: jeans, sweatshirts, t-shirts, and long sleeves. And as you were leaving the store, your father said.
-You will have a brother.
-What?

• Don't worry, you won't have to babysit him, he's a year older than you.
  -Well then, okay.
  You arrived at your father's house at one in the morning, and when you walked in, you were greeted by his wife. She was sweet and beautiful, and no, she wasn't like other stepmothers described. This one was surprisingly sweet and very kind, without malice in her eyes. Then her son came out, and it was immediately obvious he was displeased. And you saw his beauty: his cheekbones, his lip piercing, his dreadlocks, his baggy style. But you could tell from his face that he wasn't happy, and you, proud, pretended not to be either. But your heart was beating very fast.
  -I am Tom.