Brother

Three

Louis' POV

It's been a week sense I sent the letter. A week sense I wrote my little sister. I wonder what went through her mind when she read it. If she read it.

It killed me to know she had no idea of me. It's something my parents were waiting for. They let it go on too long, and by the time she was old enough to understand everything, they figured it would be too much for her to handle, and they believed she should have a normal life for as long as she could. At least till she was out of school.

But she needed to know now. My baby sister, deserved to know. She's always been a part of my life. When they moved, I was old enough to remember. I still feel that pain of my sister being ripped away from me, and all the hurt it caused. But she has no memory of my existence, at least she didn't before my letter.

She needs to know now so I can be there for her. I want to be there to watch her graduate from high school, and I want to take the family trip with them for post graduation. I want to be there when she gets married, and has kids. I want to be a part of her life. I need to be. I've missed out on too much, and so has she.

It's time for the truth. We need each other. We used to be inseparable. She never left my side. And I never left hers.

I hope she reads my letter and finds out the truth. I hope she reaches out to me, even if it's no time soon, just to hear back from her someday, and know she got my letter is enough. I hope she's doing well, and handles the content of my letter well. It's a lot to dump on someone. I would of loved to do it in person, but something about that seems even harder to handle.

All I've been able to do sense I sent the letter is wait. I've sat on the couch and tried to watch a movie, but every time my mind wonders to thinking of her, imagining her reading my letter. I've taken to pacing my place. I might as well get some sort of exercise while my mind moves at a million miles an hour thinking of all the ways she may take this.

Our parents and I had always discussed that they would tell Ellie on her 18th Birthday about everything. But recently my parents thought it'd be best for her to get through school, and tell her after graduation. But I don't think that's fair. She deserved to know about it a long time ago, and pushing it back isn't doing anyone any good. I didn't tell them that I wrote to her, or that I even planned to.

I figured Ellie would go to mum and dad and confront them on everything in the letter. To ask what it all meant and if it were true. But I haven't heard anything from them. Or her. I assume our parents won't be happy when they find out I told her behind their backs. But she needed to know.

I sit down on the couch when the memory of them leaving flashes into my mind.

We were all at the airport. Mum and dad were sitting in the plastic chairs looking glum. Mums cheeks were red, and streaked with tears. Dad had his arm around her shoulders, comforting her. Telling her everything would be alright. That'd she see me again. Ellie sat in my lap on the floor. She had no idea what was going on. Clutched in her small, three year old hands was her Ducky. A stuffed animal duck that she carried around everywhere. She was resting back on my chest, tired and drained from the day. We'd been there for hours, waiting for the flight, at least they were. Our uncle Jeremy was there sitting a few seats away from my parents. He looked upset, as a look of guilt hung on his middle aged face. He was dressed in a navy blue, pin striped, Hackett London suit, just like the kind he wore every other day. I'd never seen the man wear anything but those suits. I knew why he joined us today, but I hoped the circumstances would change, that the plan would go arise and my parents wouldn't be able to go through with it. But my hoping would fail. A robotic women's voice called the boarding number. "Flight 113 to Denver, Colorado USA now boarding. Flight 133 now boarding." Everyone's eyes shot up to look at one another. Dad stood, taking mum's hand, who was now crying hard. When Ellie's eyes landed on the sight, she turned and latched onto me. I held onto her tightly. I didn't want her to leave. I wanted my sister. I wanted my parents. I wanted to go home and be the happy family of four that we were before. But as my parents approached us closer, our mother knelt down, and engulfed the two of us into her arms, sobbing into my hair. She told me she loved me and they'd all come visit soon. I cried knowing they were leaving. Dad was next to hug us. He tried his best to hide his tears threatening to over flow and burst down his beard covered face. He hugged us and when he release, he took Ellie's hand in his own, pulling her to come with him. "Now boarding flight 113" the loud, robotic voice called. Ellie clung to me even tighter then before. She started to cry. "Louis!! I want Louis! I want my brother!" She screamed. I held her tightly, not letting go. "This is the final call for flight 113" At this my father held onto Ellie, and uncle Jeremy held onto me, prying us away from each other. I cried and yelled for her, she screamed. People shot there heads to look at us. I fell into a ball of sobs as I watched them walk into the hall and enter the plane. Ellie's crying, helpless eyes were he last thing I saw before the flight attendant shut the door.

I snap back into reality when I felt the tears running down my cheeks. All I wanted was to hold my sister in my arms and protect her. If only I could turn back time. Oh how I hope she gets my letter.