It's been almost three years since Mom died, almost three years since I've met Apollo, my stepbrother, and almost three years since I've moved in with my stepfather, well technically my adopted dad and older brother, but really, the technical shit shouldn't matter. The big goofball instantly loved me like one of his own and didn't hesitate to pick me up and squeeze me tightly against his round belly. He was about six feet and three inches tall, hands almost as big as my face, grey-ish black hair, a scruffy beard, and sky blue eyes. He seemed like a nice guy, but in the past three years since I've met the guy, he's made it clear that if anybody hurts me or Apollo, he'll make sure they won't find the body. Apollo was rebellious and unlike any other kid I've ever seen. He had this look on his face that said "I love you but I'm not tolerating any stupid shit." He was the splitting image of his father at eighteen years old, except for the fact that Apollo dyed his hair white and his eyes were seawater blue. As for me, I'm just a typical nerdy kid, or at least I think so. I'm into things like Undertale and Five Nights at Freddy's and enjoy eating Japanese foods such as spicy curry and mochi. I have dirty blonde hair, blue-ish silver eyes, and find N.A.S.A. hoodies comfortable to the point where I'll sometimes sleep with them on. I sleep with a poofy weighted blanket, a cookie themed body pillow, and a Sans the Skeleton plushie. Whoops... Sorry, I'm getting off topic talking about myself over here. I should get back to talking about Apollo. As I was saying, before I got the chance to look back at Dad, Apollo was already hugging me. I felt something being chained around my neck, and when I looked down, I saw it. It was a silver locket made to look like a heart, "Open it," he said with a big smile on his face. "Brothers: A bond that can't ever be broken, as family, I will draw the sword for you."
Before I even continue writing, I should probably explain who my adopted father and brother even are. I've known Apollo and his dad since I was twelve and if I'm being honest, he's always kinda been a bit of a loose cannon. That all changed when Dad almost ran him over with his truck and I ran in front of Apollo, pushed him out of the way, and took the hit for him. Sure, it was a total accident, but I was still in the hospital for two months straight. From then on, I think people saw me as either really brave or really fucking stupid. It was probably both from the way I saw it. If I'm going to keep jotting all of this down in this crappy journal, I should probably get something heavy off of my chest, something important. My mom didn't die from natural causes. She handed me over to a close friend of hers, Jaxx Keilson, my adopted dad, overdosed on drugs, and hung herself in her closet because she couldn't handle the stress of raising a child. No wonder she didn't want to deal with me, I was a mistake that she had to live with, "Tor, stop writing that bullshit down on your notebook," Dad says as he puts an arm around me, "I've known your mother since high school and I know for a fact that she loved you and truly wanted to have you." I put my hood up and tightened the hood with the drawstrings, "Sure doesn't seem like she cared," I reply. He shoots me a concerned look, "Look, Torrence. Your mother was really into the occult and on one occasion, she took things too far. She fell in love with a Greek Hebrew demon, Abaddon, thought he loved her back, he tricked her into having sex, and she had the first hybrid child," he pauses for a minute, "You're a demon-human hybrid, you do know that, right, buddy?" I looked at him and smiled, "Thanks for telling me, Dad." He hugs me, "I love you, Goofball," he says, lightly kissing me on the forehead. "I love you, too, Dad. You'll always be my hero."
The ride back from the adoption center was long. I didn't mind being stuck in a cluttered pickup truck with my dad for seven hours. Afterall, he was the only father figure I had growing up, and besides that, Apollo's company was always nice. On the way home, Apollo and I did things like eating Maruchan ramen, listening to Set It Off at an obnoxiously loud volume, and playing our PlayStation Portables. Or, you know, messing with each other. Dad had us tell corny dad jokes to each other and listen to sweet father and son music to pass the time until we fell asleep.
"Hey, wake up, you two," Dad said, opening the door of his truck, "We're home." I nudged Apollo to wake him up and he got out of the truck and walked inside as Dad carried me to our bedroom, his heartbeat soothing me the whole way there. He put me down, "Love you, little guy," he tells me as he tucks me in. Apollo and I lay down and watched YouTube until we fell asleep. "I guess I'm loved," I close my eyes, "I guess this is home."