Dear Rocky (Rocky FanFic #Wattys2015)

Letter Twenty-Nine And A Little More

Unknown POV:

I sit in my car, just waiting for the lights in the house to shut off, so I can go inside and steal the notebook. I need to know what's been being put in there. I need to know if its time. . .

Finally, Rydel turns out her light and lays down. This is my only shot. I open my car door, quickly locking it, so no one steals anything and I throw my hood up. This is my one chance to steal the notebook, and I can't screw it up.

I run over to my usual tree, hoisting myself up. I skillfully use my blade to unlock the window, before I slide in. Making sure my hood stays up, I creep around Rocky's room. There are two sleeping forms on his bed. I carefully creep over to them, before looking at them. Ryland and Ell. Why are they sleeping in his bed?

I shake the thought off, before opening the bedroom door. The hallway is still lit, which means someone in the house is still up. A few doors down, I hear Stormie scream.

"Mark! My baby is still alive! I can feel it!"

"Stormie, just drop it! Rocky is dead! He killed himself, because he couldn't stand a decent picking!" Mark yells at his wife slamming something on a table.

I feel a ping of gulit in my chest. Maybe this is all wrong. . . Maybe I should walk in and tell them everything. No, I promised myself that if I was going to do this, I was going to read every letter in that notebook. Even if it means, getting my heart broken by the things they are going to say.

I slip down the hallway into Rydel's bedroom. She's curled up next to Courtney, and lucky for me, they are both fast alseep. I quietly slip in and open the top desk drawer. I pull out the notebook, as someone stirs. Crap!

"It's okay, RM. You can take it, but just hurry up and get out of the house, before catches you," Rydel's soft voice says.

I jump, turning around to look at her. I take the notebook in my hands, shutting the drawer with my hip. I walk over to her, keeping my face hidden.

"I won't hurt you, I'm just going to tuck you in," I say in a deeper voice, than my normal one.

"Oh, thanks. You don't have too," She says.

I shrug, as she lays down. I carefully lay the covers on her shoulders, before kissing her forehead. She smiles as I slip out and back into the hallway. I quickly make my way back to Rocky's room, just as Ross's door opens. I quickly jump out the window, feeling something fall from my pocket. My blade . . . Again. The door opens. Its too late for me to go back for it now. I latch the window behind me, as I sprint to the tree. I look back inside to see Ross lay down next to Ell, curling up to his chest.

Pain pings my chest. That should be me. I should be curled up next to Ell. I shake the thought off and jump down off of my tree. I need to get home to read these letters. I need to know.

I arrive at my house about one thrity in the morning. The usual time I leave to do anything. I flick on the dinning room light, before sitting at my normal seat to read the letters. I open the page after my last written letter. The letters from them seem. . . Shorter?

Dear Rocky,

I was curious on what RM had to say, and what in the absolute bloody hell is he talking about?! What is he hiding?! I'm so done.

I thought that bros where suppose to stick together. But no! I guess I was wrong! You maybe be alive, but if I find out that you faked your death, I swear to God, I will make you wish that you did kill yourself.

I'm beyond mad at you! Even if you are some how reading these from heaven, hell, or if you're alive, I want you to know, you are my baby brother, and that I still love you. But, Rocky. . . What is going on?!