Joined By Secrets

Thirteen- *DYLANS POV*

DYLAN'S POV

I dropped Bree off and drove to the hospital in a rage. Who did my mum think she was? She had no right to say the things she did.

I walked into the room to see my dad laying weakly on the cot. Charlotte's death caused him so much pain, the stress made the cancer worse.

I stood by the plastic chair and stared at the man who was always there for me. My eyes watered because I felt so helpless that I couldn't take away the pain he was feeling.

"Dad." He nodded at me. I explained about what happened at the funeral and told him about Bree. I really liked her and I was hoping she wouldn't take what my mother said to heart.

"You seem to like this Bree a lot. I would like to meet her one day."

I scratched the back of my neck, "Um yea it's Dr.Ralic, the family psychologist."

Understanding crept on my father's face, he sighed but did not say anything. I waited.

"Okay, I think if you really like her and want to keep seeing each other you can't tell your mother. Let her think what she wants, but you need to take work seriously and not be distracted."

I held my lips in a thin line. He sighed again, "I can tell I don't have much time and I want you to promise me a few things."

"Please don't say that you don't have time. Please" I looked at the floor, refusing to look at him.

"I need you to promise me that you'll be there for the family especially your mother. She needs you and make her happy. Do what she says, have a better relationship with her and take care of your brother. Ryder is coming back home and needs someone."

I nodded my head, "I promise."

So many things were going through my head. I said a goodbye to him and quickly drove to the cemetery.

I walked down the walkway until I reached a tombstone with freshly dug out dirt. I knelt down and picked a handful of dirt. "Why," I whispered.

"Hey Char. I need somebody right now and I know you would be here if you could. You're the best sister anyone could ask for. I don't know what to do with myself sometimes."

I gently touched her tombstone, said a goodbye, and left. Once I got to my parent's house, I saw my mother in the kitchen gulping down whiskey. She turned her face to me and said nothing.

I've calmed down since the funeral but now the anger began to rise. But I promised my father and I always keep my word. "I'm not dating her. She's just a friend."

"However I don't appreciate your rudeness to her. You might not need her but I do. Please don't disrespect her. She's not a gold digger."

I didn't wait for her to respond, I took giant strides to reach the front door. I slammed it shut and walked to my car. I drove to my apartment in a rage, I thought about how to tell Bree we had to keep it a secret.

I didn't want her to think that I was embarrassed of her. I would never think she was a gold digger. I just needed time for everything to settle down before I introduce her to the snobby rich people world.

I just hoped she would understand and not leave me. I really liked her, I somehow needed to show her.

But was it worth the risk of losing my family ???......