[ WP ] You are 16 , living with your parents , a man claiming to be your long lost brother shows up at your door with a gun , he slowly says , `` They ... are not your family ''

He barges inside the house, slamming the door behind him. He bites down on his cigarette and grips his shotgun like a holy book. 
 
 `` And who the hell are you?'' I shout. 
 
 `` Your long lost brother. This ai n't your family. I'm getting you the hell outta here.'' he says, looking down the hall and into the living room before bursting through the archway, pointing his gun to both sides, scanning the room. 
 
 `` Where the fuck did you come from?'' I yell, following him into the room. He turns to look at me, lowering his shotgun. 
 
 `` We do n't got the time to talk about that shit. Long story short, they took you, killed mom and dad, and now I'm here for you.'' he says. 
 
 `` I do n't know what the hell you're talking about.'' I say. A smell of alcohol and smoke hits my nostrils. I burst into coughing. 
 
 `` Fuck, do n't start getting sick now. Where are they?'' he asks, moving in closer. The stench strengthens. 
 
 `` Shit, why the hell am I gon na tell you? Get out of my house!'' 
 
 `` You *need* to tell me. They're gon na do to you what they did to mom and dad.'' 
 
 `` Get the fuck out of my house!'' I yell. A scowl spreads across his face and he proceeds into the kitchen. 
 
 `` Tell me where they are.'' he says. 
 
 `` Or what?'' I ask. 
 
 `` Or I'll make it difficult for you to keep being a little ass.'' He lets out a hiccup. 
 
 `` What did they do to'mom and dad?''' 
 
 `` Chopped'em up. Killed'em. Maybe ate'em. But they're gone, and I know these people are the reason. And I know you're my sister that got taken.'' 
 
 `` When was this?'' I ask as he moves into the dining room. 
 
 `` Maybe ten, twelve years, shit I dunno, something a while ago.'' 
 
 `` When I was four? I remember living here when I was four.'' 
 
 `` You're remembering wrong. They musta done some shit to your head.'' he says, proceeding to climb the stairs. 
 
 `` Last chance. Where are they?'' he asks. 
 
 `` They're not here.'' I say. He keeps climbing up. 
 
 **BANG. ** The gun goes off as he trips and falls at the top of the stairs. I sidestep out of the way as he tumbles to the floor and grab the gun. 
 
 `` Put that shit down, kid.'' he says, rubbing his head. His eyes squint at the sunlight coming in through the window. 
 
 `` What do you want?'' I ask, pointing the gun at him. 
 
 `` Put that *down*.'' he says. 
 
 `` I do n't think you're in a position to say that.'' 
 
 `` Kid, you do n't know who they are.'' 
 
 `` Oh yeah, I'm gon na listen to a random drunk man who comes bursting into my house with a shotgun threatening to shoot up my parents!'' I yell. 
 
 *Who the fuck does this guy think he is? * 
 
 `` I'm your brother. I'm your real family, not those people.'' 
 
 `` You are n't shit. And even if you were telling the truth, you'd be really fucking selfish for trying to pull something like this.'' I say. A tear rolls down my eye, but he just lies there and stares. 
 
 `` I'm calling the cops. Get up, do n't move.'' I say. He complies and we move into the kitchen where my phone lies on the counter. 
 
 I handle the call with the police and await their arrival. 
 
 **BANG. ** 
 
 **BANG BANG. ** 
 
 He thought he'd just waltz up and try to break up my family? Try to do something so selfish? And maybe he was telling the truth. But it does n't matter. My family is my family. Not someone who got confused after a little taste of gin. 
 
 Shit. Now I get to live with this forever.
