My Bestfriend's Brother

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Around three years ago.

Kylaria

"Babes, I have to go," I tried pleading with my bestfriend. I love him so much, but he is so stubborn. That might be part of the reason we are such good friends though. "You know that I have to. I can't do this anymore. Please, don't be mad."

"Mad?!" Danny yells. "Of course, I'm mad! You are my bestfriend and you're leaving me to go off to London!"

"I have to!" I scream back at him and he sees the look in my eyes and finally calms down. " I have to leave. I finally told my parents and I have to go. I couldn't take it anymore. You know what I have been through. What I am still going through. Look at me. I'm not ok. I need help and that's why I'm leaving!" 

I had burst into the tears by the time I had finished. Of course, I understood why he didn't want me to leave, but I had to. It was the only way for me to get better.

"I know, I know," Danny wrapped his arms around me and held me. "I'm sorry, I just don't want to lose my bestfriend."

"You won't," I tilted my head up a bit so that I could see his face. "How about we call eachother. Everyday. No matter what. We find a way to call and talk about our day."

He smiled down at me, "Ok deal." 

I had already packed and my mom was waiting outside. I hugged him tighter and kissed his cheek goodbye. 

My parents were rich. Like mansion owning rich. We owned mansions, had butlers and maids, fancy as fuck cars, and more, but I preferred to do things hands on. I didn't like being taken care of. That's why I held off from telling my parents for so long. But I finally told them. And now I am off to London. To get better.