You're Not Alone (An Adam Young Fan Fiction)

Chapter 28

"Matthew please don't go to collage!" I said with tears streaming down my face.

The last five days with my brother was fun. So much fun that I never wanted it to end. We went to see a movie, played in the backyard, did all sorts of fun stuff. Now it was time for my brother to leave me for four years.

"Adam I gotta go," Matt said in a quiet voice. "Please let go."

I hugged him tighter. Showing no sign of letting go. Even our parents and little sister tried to get me to let go of Matt. I felt Matt hug me back and he tried to push me off of him. I wasn't letting go.

"Adam seriously. This is insane. You're overreacting," Matt told me. "I'll call you whenever I can and you can write me letters. Just please let go of me."

"No," I said.

I heard Matt sigh heavily and he sank down to his knees. He made me look at him. His blue eyes showed love and compassion and they were misty.

"See. I'm crying too," he said. "Now turn around and close your eyes."

I listened and I felt him place something around my neck. He told me to open my eyes. I did and I saw a locket. I opened it and it was a picture of Matthew and my real parents, me as a baby and Brielle.

"Thank you!" I said happily as I stopped crying.

"You're very welcome," he said, "it took a while to find that photo of you and your real family."

A half laugh half choked sob burst from my chest as I reluctantly let go of Matthew when I heard a horn beep outside.

"I guess I gotta go," Matt said with a faint frown on his face.

I watched as he said goodbye to our parents and Brielle. I thought he was going to hug me so I held my arms out but he just gave me a nod and a wave and he walked out. Hey! That wasn't very nice!

"Matthew," I said as I ran after him. He didn't hear me and got in the car and I yelled "MATTHEW!"

My brother still didn't hear me and he and his friend Hoopes drove towards their way to Ohio. He didn't even say a proper goodbye. All I got was a nod and a wave.

Angry and upset, I stormed inside and through the house and out the back door. At the edge of the woods, Matt and I built a tree house. It was painted blue with a red door. It reminded me of a miniature house. I climbed up the rope ladder and stared at the wooden sign on the door. It said: Matthew and Adam's Club House. Must be 12 and up to enter. Well. F--k you Matthew. I then took the sigh down and threw it into the yard where I almost hit dad.

"Adam? Do you want some company?" He asked.

"No! Go away Randal!" I shouted.

Whenever I use my parents first name it tells them I need to be left alone for a while. He sighed and started walking back towards the house. I went into the club house and started throwing stuff around. I tossed beanbags, books, picture frames, paper, pencils, everything that was in my reach I threw it around. I yelled and threw one picture frame down and it broke. But I noticed something. A piece of paper sticking out. Curious, I took it out and sat down on a beanbag. It was a letter. I unfolded it and read the letter.

Dear Adam,

I know the past two years have been hard on you, being kidnapped and all, you haven't seen me that much. And now I'm going away for another four years. That's six years I'll be gone. I mean. We saw each other for like five days. But that doesn't do our relationship any good.

I know you're going to be sad and depressed when I'm gone so that's why I gave you the locket. Look at it whenever you're sad and remember the happy and silly times we spent together. Like the one time mom got freaked out by a fake spider in her hair. That was hilarious. Hey. Think up some good pranks will ya? And, when you're old enough, date Anna Finch. She's a nice girl and is very fond of you.

Speaking of when you're older, you'll be turning thirteen in a few weeks. You're gonna be a teenager! Congratulations! Maybe you'll be super tall when I get back in four years. I know you're thinking "why isn't he coming home?" Well. I can't. Hoopes and I and a few other people are gonna start a band and we'll be making music and focusing on school. BUT we can still contact each other through letters and phone calls. Anyways. As I write these last few sentences, I just want you to know that I love you very much little brother and please, please, pllleeaassseee accept Jesus to be your Lord and Savior. I'd be overjoyed to know that you're a Christian.

I guess I better go. I love you.

Love,
Matthew Arnold Young.

I folded up the letter and stuck it in my pocket. I wiped my eyes and my anger disappeared and sadness stayed. There was no date or time when Matt wrote the letter and I figured he wrote it last night. But I'm glad he wrote it. I love my brother very much and if anything else bad happened to him, I'd be mad.

A sigh escaped my mouth my brain switched over from Matt to the treehouse. It was a wreck so I started cleaning. And while I cleaned, I wondered how I'd do at school on Monday.