Adapt To Changes (Book 2)

Chapter 32: Remembering.

"Do you remember a lot from when they were alive?" He asks after a while, I nod.

"Yeah, a lot." I say. "I remember my third birthday, it was one of my first memories. My mom had made me a cake with pink frosting. She was so happy because she was horrible at cooking but she made a cake perfectly." I say, smiling at the memory.

"I remember my dad singing in the car when we'd drive to the stood. He was always be out of tune and would make me sing along." I say. My dad was really in to music, when he wasn't at the hospital working, he would be playing music in the house. One of the reasons I'm so into music.

"I remember on Christmas morning how I would run down stairs and they would be waiting for me. One year we didn't have a lot of money and all I got was a stack of books and a baby keyboard. For a three year old, I learned really fast and read all of them in a month." I smile and so does Brendon.

"I remember the crash too." I say and our smiles fall. "I remember my moms last words to me." I say and Brendon pulls me close. "I asked her why my dad was so obsessed with music and she was telling me how important music was to some people. 'Music helps people Sydney. Music is a healer. It came save people, make them feel wonderful. Just like how you make me feel wonderful.' Then, a drunk driver hit our car."

"After I found out that they died, I lived by those words. I started playing instruments and making music because I wanted to help people." I say. He looks down at me.

"Wow Syd, that's...wow." He looks at the graves again. Another silence fell.

"Could I, um, have a moment?" I ask quietly. His eyes get wide and he nods.

"Yeah of course, I'll be back." He says, kissing my forehead. As soon he's out of sight, I sigh and look down.

"Wow, I don't know what to say." I say, sitting down and looking at the gravestones. "I guess I should update you guys." God I sound so stupid right now. "I was adopted by a guy named Brendon." I smile. "He's awesome, I feel happy and safe with him." I pick at the grass. "I'm in a band. Just yesterday, I won an award for this years best guitarist award." I look at the graves. "I even have a boy friend!" I say happily. My smile fades a little. "Sometimes I wish you guys were here." I say, looking at the roses. "I miss you guys a lot." I look down at the ground and sigh.

After a while, I feel a hand on my back. I look up to find Brendon smiling at me. "Hey." He says, taking my hand and pulling me up. "Are you good?" He asks. I nod with a small smile. "Good, you can start heading back to the gate, I'll be there in a few." He says. I walk over to the gravestones, kissing my hand and touching them.

"Goodbye." I whisper to them before walking away, not looking back. I hear Brendon sigh and I look back go him. He looks like he's about to talk to them. I quickly hide behind a tree and look over at him. He looks around before speaking to the shiny black gravestones.

"You know, I'm doing my best to take care of her." He says. "She's a good kid. She's talented, smart, kind hearted. In a way, she saved me." He looks down at the graves. "She really misses you two." He looks around again. "Now I'm not religious but I hope you guys are hearing this. I promise that I will always be there for her no matter what." He says, smiling down. "You guys made a good kid." He says before sighing. "I'll do my best to take care of her." He says before staring at the graves for a little.

When he starts walking in my direction, I run to the gate. Once he gets to the gate, he puts his arm around me and we start walking back to where the bus was parked. My mind starts wandering. I still feel like I'm hiding something from him. I should tell him about Charlie. I sigh and tuck the pictures in my pocket.

"Brendon?" I ask. He looks down at me as we walk.

"Yeah?" He questions.

"I'm dating Charlie." I say. He stops walking and so do I. He looks down at me, concerned.

"Do you feel comfortable? I don't want you to be in anything you aren't comfortable being in." I nod and smile.

"Yeah I'm real comfortable with it." I say and he wraps his arm around me again. We start to walk again.

"Good, when did you guys start dating?" He asks. I think back.

"We officially started dating when Sarah started watching me. She let me go to the mall with him and Karen." I say. "But he kissed me, twice actually, when I was helping him babysit." His grip on my arm tightens slightly.

"Me and him are going to have a long talk when we get home." He says as we walk across the street.

"Brendon!" I say. "Please don't scare him." I say, punching his arm lightly and giggling.

"But it's my job!" He says with a chuckle. "I'm a father, that's what I do." He says and I laugh to. "On a more serious note. If you ever don't feel comfortable or safe in that relationship, I want you to tell me." He says seriously, in a fatherly tone. I nod.

"Yeah I know." I say, we had arrived at the bus. He opens the door for me and we walk inside. I almost bump into Dallon who stops me and looks at my face.

"Hey kid, your makeup is messed up." He says, referring to my tear stained face. "What's wrong-" Brendon cuts him off with a cough.

"Hey Syd, why don't you go fix your makeup. The interviews soon." I nod with a small smile and walk to the bunk sections, grabbing my makeup bag and walking to the bathroom. I can faintly hear them talking.

"Is she okay?" Dallon asked. Brendon sighs.

"Today's the anniversary of her parents deaths." He says. "She wanted me to take her to the cemetery. I gave her the pictures." Dallon sighs.

"Is she okay now?" He asks.

"I'm pretty sure. I don't know, that shits tough." He replies. He's right, that shit is tough.