The bad boy and I (on hold)

Gigi pt.1

June's P.O.V.

I woke up too arms wrapped around me and quickly remembered last night. I turn over to look at him and see that he looks peaceful. I wonder what it could be like if we just stayed like this forever. But I knew that could't happen. We were too different and life didn't work that way. He'll eventually go back to his life and stop caring about me and that's just how it is. He would seen be enveloped into his old life and me, well I'd just be another stranger roaming around the halls. He stirred and then yawned, awakening. I quickly closed me eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard a whisper come from Dylan's mouth but I probably heard wrong because what he said couldn't possibly be true. And then he kissed my forehead gently. And said it again. Maybe, just maybe I was starting to fall. And Hard.

Dylan's P.O.V.

I awoke too someone staring at me and my arms wrapped around someone and remembered why. I yawned and opened my eyes ago see June attempt to look as if she was asleep. I charmingly grinned and whispered, "beautiful." and then kissed her forehead gently and got an idea. "I know you're awake, Beautiful." and she didn't attempt to move so I chuckled lightly and got up and used the bathroom and brushed my white teeth and rinsed out my mouth. After that I changed into some sweatpants and a white v-neck. And walked out of the bathroom to see June changed into some spare clothes my mom grabbed from her house after the policeman showed up to the hospital and told us her dad committed suicide and that he wasn't even her dad. I decided that now was the right time to confess everything to her. She may not be in the right state right now but she has too know. I can't keep it from her. That, in my experience always makes things worse. So after I came out the bathroom to see her fully dressed I told her she might want to take a seat for what I'm about to tell her.

An hour later..

June's P.O.V.

He committed suicide. He abused me. He wasn't even my real dad. He used me. He corrupted me. He made me want to die and he wasn't even my real family. He blamed me for the death of my older sister, May. And my mom, Kate. They weren't even my real family. He made me think my life was useless. And he wasn't even my real parent. None of them were even my family. I can't believe this. All this time and he could've told me, but he didn't. What a sick bastard. What a sick excuse of a man. A sick excuse of a father. And a sick excuse of a husband. He was a sick slimy bastard. And he deserved to die. My thought were running all over the place as those final words came out of Dylan's mouth. He was never my dad and he committed suicide but not before placing a call to who they believe to be my really father. Apparently, Him and my "father" had been friends since middle school and when Kate and Ella (My real mother) got pregnant at the same time and had been due for the same date, my "father" switched out the little name tag wristbands with Ella's baby knowing that their real daughter wouldn't survive. My mom knew about it but didn't seem to care. And later that day their real daughter who they had wished to be called June died. So, after Kate passed my "father" decided too name me that. Bastard. Who does that too their childhood friend. I started crying not because he was dead, but because my entire life had been a lie. I could've been happy. I could've been physically, mentally and emotionally stable. I could've been normal. But he took that all away from me. And now I understood why he hated me so much. Why I looked different from them all. Why I had always been treated differently. Now I understood why May's last words in her letter were "I'm sorry, Gigi." My body shook as Dylan held me tight for hours. He whispered sweet nothing in to my ears and soothingly rubbed my back and I wet his v-neck with my tears. And that's how we spent the next few hours. Me crying and Him whispering sweet nothings to me soothingly.