Why Daddy? Why?

Chapter 1

**Dylan, I know it has only been 6 months since mom died. But I can't live anymore. I'm so sorry Dylan.**

~Dylan's POV~

That was the only thing I had left of my 14 year old baby brother, Bubba. I had found him on the floor of his bedroom after work Sunday night.

I had come home early to surprise him. But when I got up to his bedroom, he had a large knife plunged into his chest.

With that little note next to him.

When I first found him I was completely numb. How could he do this to me? He was all I really had left. I thought I was going to vomit, at the thought of not having my little brother anymore. I held him in my arms while I called 911.

I didn't have the heart to call dad and tell him, so I waited until he got home.

He was infuriated with me. I thought he was going to kill me. He yelled at me, but I didn't yell back. I sat there unmoving. I waited until he was finished. "I'm sorry." I said coldly.

"Is that all you have to say to me? Your brother just killed himself and you have the nerve to say your sorry?!?!"

He grabbed me by the shoulders, "You little whore." He said softly, and threw me across the room.

The next thing I heard was his car drive away.