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Now I'm gonna stop talking, but READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!!! ITS INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT!!
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'This is incredibly awkward.' I thought to myself.
Currently Brandon and I were sitting in my room. He was sprawled out across my bed, while I sat with my legs crossed, leaning against the wall my bed was pressed against to. Sitting in silence.
We decided to come in here to talk, after being interigated by Liam and Mel. I mean, we cannot talk about Aiden so casually if front of them. No way.
Brandon abruptly sat up, moved over to where I was sitting, and placed his hands on my shoulders looking me square in the eye.
"I'm so sorry. I never even knew about your parents. And know you probably think I'm q Dick.wait no. Change that. I am a Dick. I cannot believe that I would ever say anything like that. I was just upset-"
My hand clamping down on his lips cut him off from his ranting.
His eyes widened slightly. Then slowly, he removed my hand from his mouth. He rubbed his lips.
"Ow." He said softly.
I grinned sheepishly. "Sorry." I mumbled.
He sighed and dropped his gaze to the ground.
"I want to know everything." He started.
"Eyerything?" I repeated dumbfounded.
He nodded once again bringing his eyes up to meet my own.
"What do you mean eyerything?"
"Everything. Your parents death. About that Aiden guy. And why you get that...that..." he studdered, as if he couldn't think of the right words.
"That abused puppy look. You look so scared and defenceless. Just like those abused dogs you see in commercials.
I gasped in surprise. There's no way he could have possibly figured it our.
"Well," I started, desperately trying to change the subject
"My dad died in a car crash." I counted on my fingers.
"6 days ago. Two days later my mother killed herself over it." I said quietly, my voice breaking off at the end. Brandon's eyes were filled with concern as he pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back, and after a brief second his arms were removed from my mid-section.
"Claire you don't-"
"You need to know this." I said boldly.
"And thats why I'm here."
He furrowed his brows. "That still leaves 4 days. What happened then?"
I swallowed hard. Would he tthink of me as a freak if he found out what happened and why i wwas in that hospital? Of course he would, that evil voice in mg head replied.
I buoy of my courage, but not enough to use words. Instead I rolled up the sleeve to Mt ' to reveal my arm. It had both small and large cuts running from my elbow to my wrist. Yet they looked somewhat faded.
Brandon gasped as he looked at me in shock. He looked back down at my ugly arm and slowly trailed his fingers along them.
"Why?" He asked quietly.
I shrugged. "Plenty of reasons. The main ones being their death. And you know, like mother like daugyer." I said laughing dryly.
He gave me a confused look. "What do you mean?"
I took a deep breath. "When I mean my mother killed herself, I mean she shot herself."
If I do remember correctly, she had a gun to her head when I found her....or at least that's what the paramdics said.
"Who found her?" He said quietly.
"Me." I said in a voice that mimicked his.
He gasped. But I cut in.
"I came home from school and it was really quiet. I went upstairs for a little while, started thinking of my dad, then went to my mom, hoping she could either cheer me up or grieve with me. Either way I didn't want to be alone. So I wentt to her room and knocked a lot, but she never answered. So I went on in and I saw her there, and-and-"
My bottom lip quivered as the images of her dead, lifeless body popped up. I closed my eyes and ducked my head as the tears fell freely.
"I feel like a total Dick for prying this information out of you now.' He said burying his head in his hands.
I shook my head, "nah, you gotta know this stuff. Better now than later."
He looked up at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Your so optimistic."
I nodded. "My life's going to gone on whether their here or not. I just have to make the best of what ive got left, cause who knows how much longer ive got." I said, smiling a little too.
"Wow, I wish I were as good of a person as you." He said his smiling growing wider.
"No, Ive just been through a lot, so I know what I'm talking about and im happy to share my finidngs along with others."
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