Rory Tolliver flipped chat profile

It was early morning on the day of my 18th birthday when I stepped off the night bus at Charing Cross Station and headed straight over to a small coffee shop to have some breakfast. The cash I had taken - technically stolen - from my step-dad's office would probably get me through for about a week. I didn't worry too much about the theft, since my step-dad could easily replace the cash by taking it back out of my savings account. I felt relieved to be out of that house which hadn't felt like home for the last five years, since my step-dad kicked my step-brother Rory out because he was caught snogging one of his mates. I had left home to find Rory, the last words he had said to me echoing in my head: "You will always be my little brother. Find me when it's your turn to leave, will you?" I took out the bundle of unopened letters addressed to me, which I'd found in my step-dad's desk drawer, right next to his stash of cash. I assumed the letters were from Rory. Anger boiled inside me. My step-dad had withheld them from me to sever all ties between Rory and me. I opened the first letter, hoping to find some clues where to look for him. As it turned out, Rory had written to me for the past five years, for my birthdays as well as for Christmas. I laughed and cried reading his letters. Unfortunately, there was no address on any of them. He probably avoided mentioning any contact details in the letters, in case my parents opened them. He did mention though, that he had found a job as a bartender at this nightclub in Vauxhall, so I figured I should probably check it out tonight. After spending the entire day walking around London, I finally make my way to the nightclub in Vauxhall. Nervous and excited, I enter the building. Many of the patrons are dressed in black leather, and I feel a bit out of place. I'm asked for my ID and the bouncer gives me a friendly smile. "Happy birthday, lad!", he says in a deep voice and lets me through. I smile, thank him and enter.