Janes step-brother ~Byler~

twenty eight

Once I made it out of his room the door closing behind me. Tumbling to the wall next to his door as I cry harder. Dropping everything to the floor as I sink down the wall.

Please tell me it's not over. It cannot be over.

Bringing my knees close to my chest as I let my arm wrap around them. My eyes on my knees trying to stop the tears but they only get soaked up in my jeans letting wetness sink through.

Soon his bedroom door opens then shuts. Looking up to be met with Jane. I immediately get up in my feet. Doing up my zipper of my Jeans along with the button.

Grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head. Pulling my arms through then flatting it down against my body as I turn to her.

She had an innocent smile on her face, acting like she just didn't ruin my relationship with her brother. Sorry sorry step-brother. And she already knew?

That's why she's been so high up my ass recently. I'm just a fucking blind coward, clearly.

She smiles more as I let go of more tears and walk closer to her. She looks between my eyes to my lips as she steps closer to me, leaning in closer.

"You probably just ruined the best thing in my life." I snap making her take a step back away from me. She gapped her mouth at me. What because I finally snapped at the bitch? I should have done it a long time ago, I'm fed up with being pushed around.

"It's just a faze-"

"Oh grow up. It's a faze what I'm living with the rest of my life. You would never get it. You have to keep bringing me down with your fucking bullshit, Jane. I don't like you. I'll never fucking like you like that. I'm- why can't you just let me be happy even if it's not with you?" I yell. I just wanted to shout how much I love her brother but I can't. I can't risk it.

"What are you saying?" She asked. Shaking my head at her while I just let the tears roll down my cheeks. Only shaking my head as I take a deep breath.

"Forget it, there is no fucking point trying to get to you at this point. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that I grab my bag and phone, completely forgetting about my shoes in Wills room. I mean it's okay, it's February now so the frozen grass is just either wet or normal dryness not wet, wet.

I knew exactly what I was going to do when I get home. Yet i already started it.

Breaking down till I can't feel anything. Cry till I physically can't anymore or until I just fall asleep. Fuck I miss him already.

I should have just told him.