Step Brother://:Tyler Scheid

37_Girls In White Dresses

I look down at my hands. What have I done? Something I was unsure of. Something I was scared to do. Something that hurt another.

I pull my knees up to my chest, my toes digging into the soft mattress underneath me. I wrap my arms around my legs.

I look over to my nightstand. Though it is too dark to see... A shiny piece still lay against it. A piece I know all too much of. A piece that's lustrous look is concealed when I use it.

I jump when a knock sounds through my room. I yell to the darkness, "Yes?"

The door opens and the light from the hallway funnels through the middle of the room. I look at the doorway, Tyler leans against the frame. "Come on," he says. The depression in his voice kills me.

I obey quickly. I don't say a word. I just stand and walk to the doorway. He walks down the hall, down the stairs, and to the front door.

I pull on my tan Uggs and my jacket. Tyler walks me out into the cold night, grabbing the car keys.

"Where are we going?" I ask as we get in. He stays quiet. The entire ride, he's quiet as a mouse. He finally turns into a road I know, one that leads to an old church. He pulls into the empty church lot and stops before getting out and reaching in the backseat to grab something. I get out and walk to the other side with him.

He pulls out the same decorated shoebox. Cheyanne's Box.

He walks me along a path that leads straight to the cemetery. Are we going to her grave?

As my thoughts concluded, Tyler stood right in front of a bench. He sits down, and stares at the tombstone in front of the bench. I look at it as well. Engraved in the grey marble it reads her name Cheyanne Williams. Then underneath that it reads the name Charlie Nestor. "Who's Charlie?" I turn to Tyler.

"That's her boy side as she liked to call it," Tyler says. He closes his eyes. I look back at the marble. Under their names it reads Ask us anything. Then, under that, there a Ouija board layout. "She wanted to see how people would react," Tyler lets a chuckle slip by his lips.

"But she'll never get to see?" I ask, looking over at him.

He shakes his head, "She's still here. You can't see her, but when she and I are in the same place at the same time. I can feel her. Her warmth."

"You really loved her then?" I sit down next to him.

"She was the first girl I ever truly loved." Tyler looks down at the box in his lap.

"I'm sorry for going through the box..." I say quietly.

"Yeah." He looks up at the grave. "I'm leaving tomorrow, Andrew."

I look up at him in surprise. "Wh-Where are you going?" I stutter.

"My uncle lives up in Cali. Close to the college. I'm gonna go up and live with him," Tyler answers. His voice and face both show no emotion. This leads to water burning my eyes.

"What about high school? This is your senior year," my voice cracks.

"I'm finishing up there," Tyler whispers.

"Why are you leaving?" I lay my hand on his thigh, in hopes he'll confide in me.

"I can't be here with you. I need to make on. We are just holding each other back. From everything, families, futures, everything. I'm holding you back and you're holding me back. It's tough to think about but it's what's happening and not what should be happening. So I'm leaving," he looks back down at the box, running his fingertips over the lid. My cheeks are soaked but I don't care. I'm too upset to care. And I let the pools of tears continue.

"Tyler-" I choke out a mangled name. A name I fell for all too hard. A name that I'll only end up hearing when someone else says it. A name I know so well I could whisper it a thousand times for an eternity.

I reach over for his hand but he jerks away. "Andrew, it's time to go," He says sternly. He stands up and walks to the car. I follow silently. We get in the car and he drives us home.

As soon as we're in the driveway, I get out. I don't care if he's stopped or not. I just unbuckle my seatbelt and throw the door open and jump out. I slam the door shut as hard as I can and stomp toward the front door.

Tyler gets out of the car and makes his way through the grass. I throw the door open and stomp through the living. "Hi, honey..." I hear Mom but I ignore her. I run up the stairs before going to my room. I scream as I shut my door. The whole room shakes and I run to my bookshelves, running my hand along them and knocking down every available book. Every book falls in different positions with loud nose. I run to my vanity and scream yet again before I throw everything to the floor.

I jump on my bed before cuddling up under my covers and, yes again, release a bloodcurdling high-pitched scream.

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Word Count: 901

Yeah a slightly longer chapter. I'm sorry if that ending seems a bit too far fetched. I'm just not in the mood for anything really write now and a lot of times I just write my feelings and you know I feel like going home and throwing everything and screaming to my hearts desire. Yeah today was not a good day.

Anyway the usual thanks to the big 5. And you know all that shit.

(P.S. stay off my Wattpad if you're gonna try and use it against me Dumbass. You're just jealous I have actual talent. [I can't say names cause you know the person's an asshole who would try and get me so... yeah.])

Anyway....

I love you lovelies so much!!!! Stay sweetous!!!! *smooches*

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR READING THIS CHAPTER!!!! IF YOU LIKED IT PUNCH THAT VOTE BUTTON IN THE FACE LIKE A BOOOOSSS!!!! AND I WILL SEE ALL YOU LOVELIES....

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