letters; grayson dolan

Letter four

"cmon you can't sleep forever Gray" Ethan said pushing Grayson back and forth on the bed

"Ethan you don't understand" he shoved him off and sat up on the bed, "i wasn't there for her you see, i pushed her away when she needed help"

"we all do that Gray. stop thinking you'll be on a letter okay? you're wasting your life sitting around and doing nothing"

i don't understand him, if i want to sleep all day, i will. he isn't my mother or father, he doesn't own me.

Ethan walks away shaking his head miserably, again losing hope that his twin brother wasn't becoming crazy.

i lazily got out of bed, instantly throwing on a hoodie and walking down stairs.

"the letter is here, if you even care any more" Ethan threw the letter on the table, waiting for Grayson to pick it up.

"what if this letter is about me?"

"don't be selfish Gray. just read"

i tore open the envelope, hoping and praying the letter wasn't about me.

Dear Bailey,

   From what I've written to you in the last three letters, I'm sure you've realized that my life at school was extremely difficult and you probably know people who are usually bullied are drooling for school to be over so they can leave, not me. My home life is just as bad. Before high-school started things were great, both my parents had a job and we were all in a good place socially. Things started to change when my mother had a miscarriage, she was 6 months in and they were both happy as ever, even me. My mother became severely depressed after this happened, she rarely left the house, never ate, quit her job, she just wanted nothing to do with the world. She eventually turned crazy, she believed her child was still inside her, even though we knew it wasnt. My father took her to a mental institution and he kind of just hoped for the best. But, things went downhill from there. Things were never the same once my mom was admitted, my dad immediately turned to drinking as a way to remove all pain. Over time, it all became just so much worse. Right before Tyler broke up with me, the night before, my dad came into my room. He sat down next to me on the bed, he reeked of both alcohol and weed. His speech was very logy, he kept rubbing his fingers up and down my thigh and when I told him to stop he got mad. He ripped the bed sheets off of me and angrily smacked me across the face, that was the first, but not the last, time he laid a hand on me. There were many nights before where my father raped me, and yes I never got help because my father was the only one I had left, if he went to jail I would be all alone. I didnt want to risk losing my home and all the money thats been invested into it. And plus, no one wanted to take me. So I was stuck with a monster of a dad who threatened to kill me almost every night.

i ripped the letter in half

where the fuck is her father now?