A/N: Hey all! here's another chapter. I hope you like it! oh and thanks all of you who've been reviewing, they make my day!
The next morning I woke up still in my mothers arms.I noticed that my dad had tucked an old patch-work quilt around us the night before, and I immediately snuggled deeper into it. I felt such a surreal peace wrapped in my mothers arms with the light of the dawning day filtering through a slit in the closed blinds down upon us. I kind of wondered at first if I was still dreaming, but I felt the ache in my heart and the sting of tears in my eyes .Thats how I knew I was truly awake.
As I laid on our old tan leather sofa I thought about everything that had happened . My life had been tured upside down in less than twenty-four hours. I had just come to realize how dysfunctional and depressing my family and homw life was, when I found out that the one good thing in my life had been taken away from me forever. It was ironic though, the timing that is. I needed an excuse to get away from my parents, my brothers, and the little backwater town that I lived in.
It was like Kyle was showing me that only good should come of his misfortune. I had waited years to feel the kind of love I was feeling now from my parents and in his own way he wanted me to remember them that way. I knew life would go back to the way they were before. I needed to go to Miami and be with my the only family that I knew I could count on. I needed to be in the only place I knew to really remember and honor my cousin.
I kissed my mothers cheek and got up from our cozy cocoon. I went to my room and packed all the cloths I would need,and other personal ideam's. In my suitcase their was a picture of Tim, Kyle, and I from the summer before, and that was the only thing keeping me from dying of grief.The happy memories kept me going just a little bit longer.
I called my uncle and he got me a ticket on the next flight out to Miami. I called a cab and was out of the house before my family had even gotten up. I left them a note on the fridge telling them that I needed to be in a place where I could grieve and celebrate Kyle's short but wonderful life. I ended the short note with 'I love you, don't worry about me'. Part of me wondered if they were going to worry in the first place.
When I left my house that morning I never gave a second thought as to who was going to take care of the boys, or my parents for that matter. I knew that I needed to get away from all the pain and heart ache that was held in that home and find who I was.