*few weeks later*


Groaning I drag myself out of bed, away from my little nest. Ryan wasn't there because he went to see his dad for a few days. Someone was at the door and didn't seem to be leaving.

"Can I help you." I rub my eye to see better. There was a boy a bit younger standing there.

"Um how do I say this." He nervously scratches the back of his neck. "I uh I'm um... shit I shouldn't have come here." He starts walking away.

"Wait." I grab his arm. "What did you want to tell me."

"I'm your brother."



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