I found my half brother. He's living in Venice, Italy. A ******** doctor. I didn't talk to him. Left a message with the news of father. He left a message sayi g he'd fly in, told a bit about himself.
God, I hate him. My brother used to be my hero. As a child, he made sure I got fed, got to school, even let me sleep in his car when father locked me outside. On his 18th birthday, I was 9, he was ready to leave. All the time, he said "Chase, we're gonna get away from here, as soon as I'm 18 we're moving away. We'll go to Venice away from all this. I promise." As far back as I could remember he said that. I had been counting dow. He was 18. We were ready to leave. Father came out. They set to fighting. They never fought. A full on fist fight it was. My brother came put with a black eye and limping along. I remember like it was yesterday... Grabbed me by both shoulders looked straight into my eye's and said "Chase, I'll be back for ya man." And he left. Got in the car and drove away. I waited outside for him for a good 24 hours without leaving. Just sat there, no food, no water. My dad finally needed a punching bag and dragged me back to the house. Those hours became days, the days became weeks, the weeks became months, and now 9 years later... Well, he made it to Venice. With a wife and twin little girls. And a doctor none the less. A pediatrician. Where am I? Dying, addicted to drugs, alcoholic, high school drop out. I'm nothing. So he can help all those little kids now but not his own little brother 9 years ago? He could have at least called. Just once. Just to say he wouldn't come back. And on the message on the phone he sounded all excited, "Oh I can't wait to see my little brother again!" Yeah, I can do without seeing him.
And yet again. He says "I'll call the other brothers". More brothers? Like mentioned in the obit? Am I the only one that didn't know about these brothers? I guess I'm the youngest, I shouldn't know. Wait, am I the youngest? Damn, this is all so confusing. I guess I'll find out this weekend at the funeral.
I still haven't opened the letter. I'll do it before the funeral, I promise myself.
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