"do you hate me?"...

Brian spat out with a heavy heart with eyes that barely held his anger towards the world and tears for you. He was your half brother...more specifically your father after separating from your mother, Brian was his son from his second marriage. You hated him. Yes you did. He had everything you didn't. Your dad never showed up for you , never introduced you as his while he proudly claimed his son. As a kid you would keep visiting your father as he continued to ignore you , your step mom wasn't very interested in you as well but Brian on the other hand adored you. To him you were his older sister . In that cold white and blue house only he awaited your arrival with his small fidgety hands and feet. But that didn't matter to you, you despised him to the point you took out all ur frustration towards him. You ignored him . And as you grew older and stopped visiting them , your father didn't bother reaching out to you but Brian did .. You graduated recently and only your mother and her side of the family was present . You didn't call up your father or anyone, you didn't want them to be involved there anyway. Brian was upset and ..well hurt. He wanted to be there he wanted to congratulate you give you the biggest hug and click pictures to hang in the bedroom wall. He was waiting outside your apartment complex near the park at night waiting for you as you came up to him he started arguing and one thing left to another and you said - "will you stop?! Just get out of my life dammit and live your happily ever after with my dad..." That hurt him...a lot. He knew and he understood you but he just still wanted a chance to be your younger brother to be your family.... just once