Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven
Azalea

I sat on my bed, with the letter in my hand.
It was still in the envelope. I just haven't found the courage yet to read it.
Sitting in the same spot, in the very same position for about another three minutes, I finally mustered up the courage to open up the letter and read it.

Dear, Azalea.
If you are reading this then I have left. Kind of like the way your beautiful mother did. Your father doesn't know this but I had always knew about her. I admired her in a way. I think if i was her and with a child that had no present father I would of forced myself upon him. But she never did that. She barely even wanted to accept the small amount of money that John would give her. When I look at you, I see all the great traits that she had.
The graceful beauty that just came so very natural to her.
Your mind, always over working with brilliant thoughts.
The way that you think that you don't need anyone but yourself.
You are probably angry and upset and so very confused.
So let me explain some things to you dear.
I have breast cancer, I have had it for a while now.
For the last few months I had thought that it was getting better.
I felt so much better, my hair was even growing back.
But I guess that was just God trying to help me with it all.
I asked everyone to not tell you about the cancer.
Mostly because your mother had just passed from the same sort of disease.
You may not realize it but you are a very fragile woman. I just didn't want you to ache anymore than you were already.
I know that we didn't get much with each other, but those days we get with you I could easily say that I am proud of you.
Take care of your dad for me, and your brothers.
They may try to act like big tough men but they are sad also.
I love you. And for christ sakes give Dylan a chance even if it just a friendship, and in the future marry him. Simply because he is beautiful and you two will have beautiful babies. But wait a good 5 years. Your father would die if he knew that i was encouraging you to get pregnant by him, this young anyways.. And always strive and reach for your dreams.
I promise to say hello to your mother.
Love,
Momma Cyndi

Once i finished reading it I cried a bit. She reminded me so much of my mom.
I hated it.
But she was right, I needed to be here for the boys.
So i cleaned my face up and went downstairs.
I began cleaning up.
The house was a bit dirty.
I noticed Tyler and Dylan sitting on the couch watching tv.
Seana was not here, and it felt weird. Almost not right.

"Tyler?" I asked him
He then looked in my direction.

"Yes?" He asked

"Where is Seana??" I asked him.
He then looked away.

"At home I guess. We broke up."

i just looked at him funny.
I understand that his mom had just died, but to break up with the one person that you have been dating for literally 10 years, it just makes no sense.

I didn't say anything to Tyler about the thing that he has just told me, even if I did find it quite very strange to break up with Seana.
I just continued cleaning up.

The rest of the day I did my best to act if I was alright, while literally everyone around me was crying.

I was lying on my bed when Dylan walked into my room and joined me onto my bed.

"What a day." He said

I just nodded in agreement.

"So is Tyler staying here since him and Seana have broken up, or what?" I asked him.

"No, I think he is going to stay with me until he finds his own place. I told him that he can stay with me as long as he wants. I like the company, I really don't mind." he said.