This chapter... Is SHORT.
And filler-ish.
And... Yeah. ooo:
Uhm, Yeah.
ALSO.
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After returning home from Fang's, having explained that I really needed time to think alone, he allowed me to leave. But as soon as I dropped on my bed, I was back up, snatching the locket from my bedside table, sprinting to the place I hadn't been since the divorce last year.
Here's the story:
I was born an accident. My mom and dad were just in a serious relationship, but I had broken them up once I was born. Once I was six months old, my mom married the guy who she had been with since she'd been pregnant with me for three months. Eventually, they had Ella together. Unfortunately, five years ago, Greg, my step-father, passed away. Two years later, my mom married my biological father, Jeb. He was friggen rich, and he bought Mom her own vet clinic.
While Jeb was apart from Mom, he'd married another woman, and had a son with her. Ari. My little brother. He was five years old when I met him, and I loved him ever since.
Here I was, looking for help at the place where I was told about the divorce.
Stupid cancer. Stupidstupidstupid. I chanted in my head. I knelt down on the grave and stroked the letters on the tombstone. I clamped my eyes shut.
So I lost my dad who I'd never known until three years ago.
Why should I care? I hadn't ever decided if I forgave him or not for abandoning my mother in her time of need.
My dad was still alive and well.
"Ari…" I whispered, hugging my chest tightly. "I miss you so much. Your smile. Your laugh. Your ability to make me smile and laugh, just my laughing. Why did you ever leave? Why couldn't you stay here?" I asked, feeling one lone tear make its way down my cheek. "I miss you. Angel keeps your picture in her locket, too. She still thinks you're coming back, little brother," I crooned. That's when I broke.
"Why couldn't you have stayed? Dad was rich. He could've paid for your treatment! Leukemia is treatable. You didn't have to go." I was sobbing, now, gripping my sides as tightly as possible. "They could've found a cure, no matter how far along it was, couldn't they? They could've." I growled. "They. Could. Have. You should still be here. You should still be with me. You should still be with Angel. You should still have a life. You shouldn't have had to go through this. No one should have.
"God created everything for a reason. What is cancer's reason? Why did he create that? Why did he take you from me? Why didn't he let you stay with the people who loved you? It's just not fair."
Suddenly, strong arms were around me, causing me to jump in surprise. I looked up to see Henry, Fang's biological father, with a sympathetic look upon his face.
"Hey, Mr. Johnson," I muttered lamely.
"Max," he nodded. "Are you okay?"
I shook my head from side to side, pouting before clamping my eyes closed and leaning into Henry's arms, sobbing, repeating my lost little brother's name, while he simply stroked my back and cooed to me.
How wonderful.
Kinda OOC. /:
Ahwell.
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