The Apocalypse (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 14

Max 

Adrian had a twin brother? Now I did NOT see that one coming. I've known the boy for like 10 years and  I've been with him through every step of his life. Except the past few months. But you all know why and if you haven't you should've paid attention. 

Anyway, Dylan definitely does look like Adrian. They had the same dark hair, but Dylan's is longer. And while Adrian has that sweet and nice guy thing going on, Dylan, well he looks like what we would call a bad boy in school. And keep this a secret, but there's something about bad boys that is just so irresistible. Who knows? Maybe this guy can keep up with me. 

Adrian

"So, what was your childhood like before mom died?" Dylan asked me.  

"Well, it was the best. My mom was incredible and my dad was the best dad ever. Yours?"

"Pretty much the same. How about after she died?" 

I laughed without humor. "Well that's when the dream turned into a nightmare."

"What happened?" He asked me, genuinely curious. 

"After mom died, my dad got all depressed, which is completely normal of course. I don't blam him for that. What I blame him for is what he did after he got over the depression. He blamed me for my mother's death. Told me I probably threw her to the coyote. I heard it so often I started believing it. Then as I got older, he grew to hate me. Told me everyday. Said I wasn't his son, but his mistake. He said that because I looked so much like mom, I was insulting her memory by being such a screw up. I eventually got tired of his constant hatred filled words and ran away." I choke out. The only other person who knows this is Max. 

"Ouch." Dylan says.

"Yeah, so what about you?"

"Similar but not quite as bad. My dad got all depressed but didn't blame me for it. He blamed himself. Always muttering to himself about how he should've never let her go or leave us. Never should've divorced her. That he was sorry and still loved her. He was driving me crazy to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I took him to the doctor's and they said he was slowly losing his mind from the depression and  guilt. It was literally eating his mind away. They gave him medicine but it didn't really help. It was hard, but I put him in a home, so he could get the best treatment possible. I couldn't always take care of him because I was struggling with school and work. I got angry with the world and turned into your typical bad boy. Minus the player part. I would never do that to a girl. It's just disrespectful. Especially since if you piss off the right one, you will regret because they are a lot smarter than us." 

I breathe a laugh at the last bit. "Looks like we both had dad's who weren't much of a help to either of us." 

"Seems that way. Maybe we really are brothers." 

"I'm starting to believe it more and more."