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He told her that he was disgusted. He said he didn't want to know her, and she had fled in tears.
But Brett Collins felt completely differently.
Joey was his little sister, the little girl who he had always looked after.
Sure, he knew gay people (both girls and guys), but she was his sister.
Joey had always trusted Brett. They fought, but it was the way brothers and sisters worked. A sibling bond was the strongest in the world, but the love was unbreakable.
When Brett and Joey were little, their mother had worked of an afternoon, and their father would often be out on the boat. Brett had taught himself to use the washing machine (with disastrous results), and had managed to die their white school shirts a pale blue. He had unsuccessfully given Joey a haircut, and had walked her to school. He taught her how to bat and bowl, and as a result, they were both accepted into the cricket team. He was always there to protect her.
Only she was sixteen and she insists she doesn't need protecting. She doesn't need anyone looking after her, she doesn't need anyone to hold her hand when she crossed the street, or someone to remind her to hold the bat properly. Joey hadn't thought about any of the discrimination she would face, as a gay girl.
He had always looked up to their father- and he was a complete homophobe. He was disgusted by his daughter's actions, and as a result, Brett agreed.
When their mother died, Brett had been the one wiping away Joey's tears. Their father had blocked them out, focusing on work. Their mother had always encouraged both of them to follow their dreams, to believe in what they wanted.
The world is a big place, she had said, let it take you where you want.
And Joey liked girls. She had never told her mother.
Brett had acted disgusted, making his little sister cry. He loved her, he really did, but sometimes he wished she had stayed the sweet, little, innocent girl she had been. She was easier to protect, easier to look after.
And sometimes, it was easier just to ignore it.
But he still wished that she was the kid who held his hand when they crossed the road.