Because I Love You 》H.S.

Chapter 4 (Then)

Before we start imma dedicate this chapter to my bftilvm HairDria, my baby, my babe, my world, my everything, my baby daddy, my hoe, and my daddy😂😂😂 I'm just so proud and I kno she's gonna do big things so ilyilyily ♥

When Dylan ran away, I thought things would be better.

That sounds wrong, let me explain.

At first, I thought he was going to come back. For me, at least. But he didn't.

Six months after he left, at the time I was 7 and he was 15, anyways, six months after I was so heart broken

Not because I thought he would get hurt. Or kidnapped. But for selfish reasons.

He was my brother. If he really loved me, maybe he would take me away from here, too.

I thought things would be so much better for him. That he would be okay for once.

Find a wife and have kids and be happy and move on. I thought this when I was much older.

When I could fully understand why he did what he did. 13 maybe.

Why he left me. Us.

And I was so happy for him. My dear, amazing brother.

He had been my rock for so long. He was my dad, brother, cousin, uncle, everything I needed.

I was happy that he might finally be happy.

I remember playing outside in the tree house. I remember falling asleep in his small arms.

I remember crying in his arms.

After he left, I played in the tree house alone. Wasn't the same.

I fell asleep alone. Wasn't the same.

I cried alone.

For him. For what we could have done for him. For the reason that I could have saved him.

I could have if I tried.

I didn't.

January 12, 2012. My fourteenth. I remember eaing cake alone with Scruffy.

My dog Scruffy.

It's been 11 years since he left.

He is 26 years old

The sad thing is, he hasn't come back for me yet.

But even sadder...

I'm still waiting.