A/N:
Hey, it's Ava^_^
I hope you'll be patient with me updating this book and all. So far I think I've been doing pretty good about it, but I'm in a ton of classes in my school and they ALL rfequire a TON of reading,essays, worksheets, etc.
You're amazing for reading!!
without further ado......................
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Chapter Nine: Hello, little sister.
Days passed.
I hadn't seen Cam.
Correction:
I'd seen him once, when he showed up in the middle of the night, sitting out on the tire swing at the edge of the yard. I was walking out there to drinkn my midnight tea, but...
I saw his black hoodie from the middle of my yard and stopped, letting the wind ruffle my hair. His back was turned to me and his sillouette was outlined by moonlight.
And the day after that, I saw his blue mustang drive away.
It wasn't until later that day that i went out onto the swing where i saw him the night before, that i found his note.
Dear Kayla,
Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? "Dear Kayla"? Anyways, I just wanted to tell you I'm leaving. I have so many loose ends to tie up, and so many things to take care of... I can't stay. I hope you understand. I'm sorry I couldn't explain more, or tell you in person. It's easier this way. Less pain.
-C
P.S.
You deserve so much better than me. I promise.
Needless to say, I was, on the inside, dead.
And i was beggining to look like it on the outside.
"Hello, little sister," I heard a familliar voice say behind me. "I thought I'd find you out here," I felt Jacob sit down beside me. "Have you changed your mind or am i going to have to drag you out?"
I shook my head. "You have to give me some time here, though. I have to... I have some loose ends to tie up," I thought back to the letter I'd just read. I felt it in my pocket. "some mixed feelings to sort through," I added.
Obviously, I was pissed at Cameron. Pissed. If he showed up right now instead of Jacob, I probably would have puched him in the face.
"I can give you that, Kayla. Honestly, I don't expet you to pick up and leave in one night,"
"Jacob, I need to cry," I told him. I looked at my brother (the real one, not just pictures) in what seems like centuries. He looked good; definatly buffer, his once long and floppy hair was replaced with a buzz cut, and he had stubble growing on his face. He looks like he's had a few years added onto him, and his eyes, which once glittered with happiness and good natured humor were clouded with concern.
And, when i looked down to his right hand, it was bandaged in white gauze.
Before i could say anything(and if i did my voice would crack anyways) he wrapped his arms around me in a hug, holding me tight like he used to do when i was seven and scraped my knee when i fell off my scooter.
I cried for about fifteen minutes. "He just left," I kept saying. My brother only asked once who or whay I was talking about, but realized it was futile and just let me sob.
