Is He Real? | Tyler Hoechlin | EDITING

Chapter 49

TYLER'S POV

You slowly un-crumpled the piece of paper that Em put into your lap and read it your head.

Dear bitch that ruined my life,

I just wanted to let you know that Andrew decided to show up at the house about 2 weeks ago. When he asked where you were, I had no other choice but to kill him. It was quite funny, the way he begged for his life. Your bitch of mother you HAD decided to show up at the house unannounced. And now she's dead too. I just thought how lovely it would be to send a letter to a little slut telling her how she tore apart this family. Oh sweetheart, why did you have to tell, the first time we had fun together. I also know you're living with that Tyler guy. Don't think I will ever stop trying to find you. And this time, we won't just be having fun. Watch your back, and don't be fooling around with that Tyler guy. I can see everything that your doing. I cannot wait for my little bitch to come back home ;)

'What the fuck was that?!' You thought.

You had no words.

"Em baby, don't cry. He'll never find you. I promise. But, was that your dad that wrote this letter?" You asked her.

She just nodded and continued sobbing. You pulled her into your chest and held her for about half an hour while she cried. Her breath was starting to evening out.

"S-sorry I ruined your shirt." She sniffed.

"Don't worry about my shirt. Baby where did you find this letter?"

"I-it was on top of my bed." She said.

"Are you sure? These are brand new beds?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay, I'll be right back. I need to call the police." You told her.

"NO! You can't do that."

"Why not?" You asked as you took a step closer to her.

"B-because then he'll know that we told and he'll kill you guys." She explained.

"But he can't kill anyone if he's in jail sweetie."

"Just, just please don't call until tomorrow. Please." She begged me.

"Why not thought?"

"Just please promise me you won't call until tomorrow. Please just promise me that?"

You sighed but nodded. "Thank you so much." She said as she gave you another hug.

"Now do you want to explain about the whole 'having fun' thing your so called 'dad' was talking about?"

Her face went completely pale.

"I thought he only did that to you once? Sweetie I need you to tell me the truth. How many times did he do that to you?"

"He started when I was 10 and did it to me a few times a month. I tried to run away and call the cops but then he found me and the cops believed him that I was just a 10 year old and I was lying and making it up. Then he did it worse." She explained, her voice quite.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. So it that why you don't want me to call the police?"

She just nodded.

"I just have one more question. Who's Andrew?"

He face paled even more when you said that, which you didn't even know was possible.

"Andrew is... was, my older brother."

The only thought that crossed your mind was, 'what the fuck?!'