Brother's Bandmate

I Fucking Hate This

I sat in their bedroom as I sobbed. It's been a couple weeks since the car accident and I know people are gonna be trying to ask what happened. I hate being in here now. It's too quiet in this room. In this house. Today is a Saturday so Mom and Dad would be downstairs blasting Jack White or Rage Against The Machine and making breakfast. They would be doing dances to try and "embarrass" me, but we all knew I loved it. I have so many videos of them dancing and singing. I fucking hate this. I miss them so much. I'm taking care of the funeral stuff by myself since Mom was an orphan and Dad was pushed out of his family when he was really young. Mom's parents had Mom, Ravon, and her twin, but, since they had a hard time having kids, Mom was the one that survived, then her Mom, Mary, died during childbirth. Mom's Dad, Jered, never felt like it was Mom's fault that Mary died, he was just super thankful to have his daughter. Then Jered ended up dying from liver cancer. With Dad, Evan, he found out he liked guys and girls when he was really young so his Dad beat him and his Mom dropped him off at a stranger's house. The stranger didn't want him so he was put in foster care, but he was never picked so he stayed there till he was 18 then he left and never planned to contact his parents. Dad always told me to never let his parents go to his funeral and said he was told, by them, not to go to their's when they die. Dad's parents died years ago, he was sad, but was more mad that they always thought of him as a disappointment cause they didn't understand him. Mom didn't know any of her relatives so they aren't coming. The only people coming is Jake, Dad's best friend, and Elizabeth, Mom's best friend. When Mom was in the hospital she told me that they had a secret that I need to find under their bed. Dad died on impact and Mom died a few hours later at the hospital. They thought Mom was going to survive, but she ended up passing away in her sleep. Now, I'm sitting on their bed holding the box that was underneath Mom's side of the bed, crying. 

"You need to finish the funeral plans and know the secret." I tell myself through sobs. 

I wipe my eyes and open the box as I try to stop crying. The first thing I see is a picture of me as a baby being held by a guy that looks a few years older then me. I turn the picture over and it reads 'Chris (4) and Maracleen (1) ~ 3/14/1990 - Maracleen's birthday' I smile as I see Mom's little drawn heart. 

"Who's Chris?" I whisper as I sniffle and go through the box. 

At the bottom I find my birth certificate and under it is one for Chris. 

"Chris is the the secret." I sigh as the light bulb in my head lights up. 

"Mom said to check her phone, maybe I can get a hold of him." I say in a hoarse voice from all of my sobbing for the past two weeks.

I grab Mom's phone and unlock it with the password she told me. I go on contacts and see 'Chris' as her recents.

Chris: Mom, it's been two weeks, are you ok?

It was a new message from an hour ago.

Mom's Phone: What's your address?

As soon as I send it I get the address sent to me.

Chris: Mom what happened?

I frown at how he has no idea.

Mom's Phone: It's not Mom or Dad

Chris: Who the hell are you then?

I leave him on read and shut the phone off. I can walk to his house, it's only across town. I already have my stuff packed so I bring it with me.