Late night drive

6

Word count: 3386

(Please comment on wrong spelling so i can fix it)

Her brother no longer exists he was a boring character

"Mio il agnellino"

Lailas pov

I ran towards her and she ran towards me. Tears were running down her face.

I pulled her into a hug and held her tight as she cried on my chest. I put my chin on her head and cried as well.

"How could?" She cried and hit my stomach. I hugged her tighter. "You know i had to leave, i'm sorry" I sobbed.

"Why didn't you take me with you?" She asked with a sniff. "Because mom and dad would have tracked you down" I answered.

"I couldn't stay, i couldn't deal with it anymore" I sobbed.

"I know" She cried. I pulled away from her and held her face in my hands. "How long have you been living in the USA?" I asked.

"Ehm, i ran away when i turned 15" She said and caressed my thumb on her cheek. "That 4 years ago, why didn't you contact me?" I asked.

She looked down and fiddled with her hand. "I didn't that you wanted to see me" She mumbled.

My heart literally broke in pieces, why wouldn't i wanna see her?

"Of course i do, i love you" I said and kissed her forehead. "Love you too big sis" She said and brushed the hair out off my face.

I could see her eyes dart up to my eyebrow then my nose and at last my neck, a frown spread on her face. "they're still there?" She said in disappointment.

"It's been 12 years" She said sadly.
"Hey it's okay, it's not your fault" I said trying to sound reassuring. I knew she had always felt guilty about it.

She sighed then looked down again. "But it is, if i never would have told mom and dad about you..ehm...s-self harming, you wouldn't have those scar"

She took a breath before continuing. "If i would have never told them, you wouldn't h-have been at the hospital for a week" She sniffed.

My scars stung as i looked back at the memory. I could remember everything single part of it.

From my sister walking in on me cutting up my wrists in the shower, to my mom slashing up my face with a cooking knife.

"And if it weren't for me telling mom and dad you're gay, you wouldn't have those stitches" She said lifting up my t-shirt and pointing towards them.

"You were just trying to help, it's okay i promise" I said a pulled her back in for a hug.

I could feel her tears soaking through my white t-shirt. "Is that why you never contacted me?" I asked and she nodded her head.

"Aww, Mio il agnellino" I said.

"I'm so proud of you" I said squeezing her lightly. "What is there to be proud of?" She asked. "I'm proud of you for getting out of that place, i'm proud of you for getting your dream job, i'm proud of you for being so good looking, i'm proud of you for being her and i'm proud of you for doing it all on your own" I said rubbing her back.