"I need to tell you the truth."
It had been seven days since the accident, and I wasn't feeling trustworthy. Learning that your stepbrother tried to kill you, does that to you.
He came into my room at 8:17 pm. It was the first time we spoke without our parents there for longer than five minutes. Wasn't exactly the emotional heart-to-heart I was hoping for. Instead, it was a confession.
"I can't stand to look at you like this," he said hunched over.
"I'm not doing that bad, you know. The doctors said I'm getting better," I tried to reassure him.
"No, you're not! Do you even know my middle name? Do you even know your middle name!?" He cried.
"Uh, uh," I stammered.
"Riley. Your dad and my mom that it was so funny that my first name happens to be your middle name," he said, sullen.
"Why are you so upset," I asked.
"Because this is all my fault. I am the reason you're face is all crushed like a rotten tomato. I beat you to a pulp just because I was jealous that you were dating my ex. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he confessed.
"Can you just go, please," I said quietly.
He slowly walked out of the room.
"Wow, family drama, huh," my roommate, Freddie said as he turned off the TV.
"Way better than reality TV," I joked.
"So, what are you going to do," he asked.
"How do you mean," I asked, confused.
"Are you going to tell your folks or protect your brother," he answered.
" I barely know him," I said.
"Oh," Freddie responded, closing his eyes.
What am I supposed to do if he took away my whole life, take away his?
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Random"Do you know who you are?" Those are the first words Micah hears when he wakes up in a small, depressing hospital room. Micah has no idea who he is, let alone how he'd ended up there. He has no idea that his own stepbrother beat him unconscious. As...
