Chapter 3 pt2
Pittsburgh, the Loft

I was knocking for  full three minutes now. And I still hadn’t got an answer. Will I really need to wait more longer? It seemed that this evening was endless, so much had happened already! I decided to knock once more, for the last time . If no one will answer, I would just sit on the stairs and wait. I knocked. The grey metal door slid open...”Mikey, I told you to...” my brother stoped abruptly when he saw that it wasn’t Mikey who was standing behind the doors. I saw his expression change from annoyance to curiosity. His left hand was proped up at the door, his right hand at the wall on his right, blocking my entry. He still hadn’t changed his clothes, only discarded his white shirt. Dressed like this, just in his white tank top, black jeans and barefoot, he looked strikingly beautiful in a very manly way. „Who the hell are you?” he asked me.
„Don’t you remember me?” I asked back. He looked at me then, as if assessing my face more closely.
„Riiight, the girl from Woody’s, the one with the whiny song!” he drawed.
„I am. The girl, I mean, but not the one with the whiny song,” I replied. Strangely, I didn’t feel any offence when he called my song whiny.
„It sounded pretty whiny to me, you made Emmet weep like a babe, and that is a big pointer.”
„Who’s Emmet?”
„Doesn’t matter. What do you want?” he asked curtly.
„I want to talk. With you. About something important.”
„I don’t feel like talking. So if you now would just hop back to where you came from...”
I interrupted him with:” I met Michael!” It was the first that came to my mind. I didn’t want to tell him who I was while standing on his doorstep.
„Well, who hasn’t these days? So who are you, Hunter’s new sister?”
„Who’s Hunter?”
„Do you always answer to questions with questions?” he asked irritatingly.
„Only when I don’t know what the other person is talking about. But to answer, no I’m not Hunter’s new sister.” I replied, I was getting tired standing here. When I saw that he wasn’t about to reply but was preparing to slide shut the door, I knew this would be harder than I imagined.
„You won’t get rid of me that easily! If I said I was here to talk, then we’ll talk, so cut the crap and let me in, or I’ll just make your doorstep my new home.” I finished. I hadn’t talked to anyone like this in a long time. I even didn’t talk like that, it wasn’t my style. Only one person in my past was able to exasperate me so. Must be tiredness. My brother looked at me with a clear surprise on his face.
„Don’t you know that it’s rude to talk with strangers like that?” he said. And...was he smiling? While I here had to think of a way to tell him such important news, he laughed!
„We’re not strangers,” I just said.
„Oh?” he asked arching his right eyebrow.
And now I knew what Michael had meant when he said I reminded him of my brother.  I felt like I was looking in a mirror. We were close in height, he was just a little bit taller than me, I guessed few inches above six feet, whereas I was five feet ten. Our eyes were almost the exact same colour, only mine were a bit greener. Our hair were the same brown colour. Our noses were different though, mine had a round tip, his was straight with a pointed tip. I also had a smaller mouth with thinner lips were his was wider with more sensual lips, some would say more kissable. When he had smiled I saw that we both had an obtrusive right tooth. His face was also more quadrangular, mine was oval. My mother had once said that sometimes my face had reminded her of ladies from 19th century paintings.
„Because I saw the way you looked at me.” I said, slowly shaking my head. This seemed to take him aback a little. His right hand slowly eased from the wall and I took the chance to let myself in.
My brother had a beautiful place. It was open, airy and very stylish. A huge bed was located in the center. On my left there was a kitchen and on my right something you might call a living room. Huge windows were showing a beautiful view of nightly Pittsburgh. Suddenly I had a feeling of deja vu but was interrupted by a voice from behind me.
„Well, now that you have wormed your way in, why don’t you just say what you want and go away?” my brother asked.
„Maybe we better sit down, it isn’t one of those fast talks.”
„Well that’s just too bad, because you’ve got only five minutes,” he said and crossed hands on his chest. I decided to humour him.
„My name is Aislinn Davis and I’m from Chicago. I’m twenty one years old. My mother was Claire Dunham before she married my father Daniel Davis and changed her surname to Davis. Recently I found out that my father wasn’t even a real person. He had married my mother with a false name and surname.” While I was thinking of how to say the main part, he interrupted my thoughts. „That’s all of course very sad, but if you wanted to pour your heart out to someone, you could have gone to a fucking priest!”
I smiled sadly. „Priest wouldn’t be able to help me, besides I don’t have much faith in them these days.”
„I couldn’t agree more,” he replied with amusement.
I turned my back to pull myself together and continued. It’s now or never. „On my tenth birthday my mother told me something.” I turned again to face him. „She told me, that before my dad had married her, he had had a family. A wife and a son. She told me that I had an elder half brother. Can you imagine? It was what I had wished for every single birthday while blowing out candles in my cake – that I would have an elder brother, who would protect me and play with me, and love me. And now I suddenly find out that I have him, that I have my hero.” I finished with a small sob. I felt that tears had now gathered in my eyes. My brother was looking at me with an intense gaze. „And what does this all have to do with me?” he asked.
I looked him in the eyes and said:” You’re him. You’re my elder half brother!”
My brother now stood speechless. I rushed in to say:” My father’s real name was Jack Kinney. He died from cancer when I was six. I only have one picture with him.” I opened my brown messenger style bag and took out the only picture I had with my dad. „He gave me this picture when I was five. I am one year old here. You can see that he’s smiling. He didn’t smile much, so when I asked him why he did in this picture, he just said:” It’s a photograph. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” ,” I came closer to my brother now to give him the picture. He took it but didn’t look at it.
„So what do you want me for, now? To be the big bro and play happy family with you or  to play you benefactor and give you money, so you could travel around the country and sing in fucking gay bars?” he finished in a loud voice.
That was like cold water being poured over my head. I didn’t know how to answer to this. I didn’t know what to say.
„I don’t know,” I started in a small voice, „I guess, I was kinda hoping we could get to know each other, and maybe become at least friends. I know how sudden it all must feel to you. Believe me, I have gone through it myself.”
He snorted:” Friends...”
„Well we could be, if you gave me a chance. That’s all I need, that’s all I want, just a chance to get to know you.” But I noticed that his expression had changed to hurtful saddness. Was he so hurt to know that he had a sister?
„Get out. Get out and tell your sad little story to someone else!” he said loudly pointing his finger to the door. When he saw that I didn’t move, he laid it down and continued calmly: „I’m not the one you need. Believe me, you don’t want me for your brother!”
I then fled, eyes burning from holding back tears.