"I have a stepbrother?!"

You exclaimed, eyes widened almost comically as you stood there, bare feet cold on the kitchen tiles. It was far too early of a Saturday morning to be dealing with such shocking news. Your stepfather pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh, as if the worst possible case scenario was playing in real time: You hearing their falsely presumed "private conversation."

Your mother's expression mirrored yours as she struggled to articulate her explanation.

"Yes...yes, you have a stepbrother."

And just like that, you were sat in the backseat of your stepfathers jeep, watching the buildings blur into colorful lines that flew past your window. The ride was somewhat of a mini road trip, with stops to use public restrooms, a convenience store break for snacks and even one stop in which your stepfather peed in a bush, a couple metres from a very busy and very public highway.

By sunset, the jeep rolled up outside of a large, intimidating looking building....

A prison.

Two guards stood, arm in arm with what was apparently your stepbrother. He grinned like an idiot upon seeing the car, yanking his arms free from the guards in a manner that suggested he had been waiting to do that for a long time. He approached the car and popped the door open, sliding into the backseat with you. He spared you nothing but a brief confused glance before suddenly rolling down his window and flipping the guards off, yelling profanities beyond your comprehension as the car sped away.

"Yoooo family" He said, giggling to himself, clearly over the moon about his release.