Torn up. ~Flamingeos Fanfiction

Chapter 137

"M-my brother?"

This doesn't make sense. 

My brother ran away from home three years ago from abuse and neglect from my parents. I suspected that he moved to some other place in the UK so how does Dylan know about my brother? He didn't have enough money to move to America, he was my age (14) when he ran away and had no job. We didn't even get pocket money. 

"What's his name? I need proof that this boy is your brother because I'm confused as hell right now."

"His name is Theodore."

Dylan's eyes went wide as he stared at me. All of my fear had gone, all I could think of was my brother. I need to talk to him, I need to know why he began ignoring me a month before he left. We were best friends, we had no friends in school so we'd always stay together. 

"He goes to our school."

My mind began spinning, I even started to feel faint. Dylan reached to grab my hand and I let him. To be honest I didn't even notice him holding my hand, I was too distracted on thoughts about my brother. 

"He's my best friend. He saw us both a few days ago and..."

Dylan's gaze now stared at the floor as tears streamed down his cheeks. His hand was still clutching mine, but his clutch has loosend and I debated whether moving my hand or not. Just as I was about to he looked up at me, causing me to change my mind. 

"He told me to beat you up."

I felt a rock form in my throat after Dylan finished what he had to say. My own brother who used to be my best friend told my own friend to beat me up. I thought he was different. No, he is different. Something's gotten into him which has caused him to make bad decisions.. but I know he's better than this. 

"Why?"

"The night he saw us together he told me stories about you. They made me angry, and because Theo is my best friend I... I felt fine to beat you up." Dylan let out a sigh as he rubbed his forehead, obviously feeling shame. "I'm sorry Lucy.. that's just the type of person I am, I hate it myself but it's in my blood, my parents get into fights all the time."

Stories about me? What have I done to my brother to make him hate me so much? All I've ever done is be nice to him, we've never had a proper falling out. We'd argue over pizza or boys but that was it. Maybe he was jealous over Geo, seeing as he made it obvious he had a thing for him? (if you are confused read chapter 1)

Speaking of Geo... I so badly want to tell him right now about Theo. Geo really liked Theo, he found him hilarious. And he was. He was such a drama queen and would always over exaggerate things. Others may find people like that annoying but he made everything so fun. 

"I don't believe the stories anymore. And I'm not talking to Theo."

I wonder if Dylan knows about Theo being gay? I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. Theo received abuse from his own parents and bullying from his classmates after coming out, I suspect he'd be too scared of that ever happening again. Which would mean he'd have to keep his secret to himself.

I didn't want to hear the stories, all they'd do is upset me whether they're true or not.

"Can I see him?"

Dylan stared at me for a while and then sighed. 

"If you want." He paused for a while, staring at me in thought. "Do you think it'll be a good idea."

I nodded even though I was doubtful. "He's my brother, I need to talk to him."

"Understandable."

I stayed staring at Dylan for a while. There wasn't even an awkward silence, I was too caught up in my own thoughts. I was about to ask Dylan to get Geo but then quickly stopped myself, that's a bad idea. Dylan and Geo are defiantly not on good terms right now. 

"Well... see you tomorrow then." Sighed Dylan as he stood up. He went to give me a hug and then walked away. I stared at his skinny figure until he was out of sight, still baffled by everything.

Life really seems like a dream to me.