I was sitting with Lily talking about when we will meet again and how we will meet and how we will spend every summer together and FaceTime every night when my mom called me down stairs.
I was walking down the stairs and saw a tall and scrawny man at the door watching me and my mother.
"Dylan, this is John.. Your father." My mother said slowly and trying to hold back the tears.
"...hi." I said.
"Would you like a glass of water?" My mother asked.
"Yes, please. Thank you." He replied.
I walk down the rest of the stairs and Lily is hanging off of me.
Walking down the hallway me and my sister were glaring at each other with such confusion to the matter that was happening.
"What's going on..?" I ask my mom.
"I'm here because I'm getting full custody of you and your sister."
"Excuse me?" My mother shouts.
"You come back after 6 years saying YOU WANT THEM?!"
"Girls, please leave me and John need to talk."
We walk out of the door and we head to the living room.
I couldn't help over hearing there conversation.. I could only make out a few words.
"You really think you're getting my girls?!" My mom says.
"OUR girls Margaret.. Remember that."
"These are MY girls. I have been there for them. Not you, me. A single mother working her ass off."
"Exactly, you're incapable of takin care of 2 children on only the state and insurance..."
"I am taking the girls and you may not like it, but it's for the best."
I run back to the couch and John comes waking back from the kitchen.
"Okay girls, you're coming to live with mean Texas."
"I'm not leaving!" My little sister Said crossing her arms.
"You can't do this! You're Destroying a family!! A HAPPY FAMILY!!" I scream.
I head out the door and skate down the street. I can't feel my body anymore and I want to die.
I get to my treehouse from when I was 8 and sat up in the top of it.
"I can't. I can't. I can't." I continuously say to myself.
I look at my scars that lie beneath my thighs and think of the times when my youngest brother Andrew died.
He died of brain cancer. He was only 6 months old.. He was my everything.
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Our story -- o2l fanfic
FanfictionDylan Rory is 18 years old and her favorite thing to do it skateboard. That is almost taken away by a fatal accident that had involved her and her sister. She overcomes this when a boy named Jc Caylen came along to her rescue. But, so did Kian Lawle...
