[DYLAN’S POV]
The ringing of the phone jarred me from my thoughts. I looked over and picked up my phone not really caring who was calling. It wouldn’t be Bekah. She hated me now.
“Hello,” I said listlessly into the phone.
“Dylan? It’s Michael,” the voice of one of my best security experts said into the phone. “You said to call if something happened.” I had asked Michael to follow Bekah to make sure she was safe. When Bekah was angry she puts herself in harm’s way.
“Is she okay?” I was panicked and my heart began to race. “Is she hurt?”
“Bekah’s fine,” Michael sighed. “It’s Cameron. She’s in the hospital. She tried to kill herself.” I crushed the phone in my hand until it snapped in two effectively ending the call. What had I done? I was so busy protecting the secrets of my parents that I never thought about how they could affect the people I cared about. What had really kept me from telling Jasper about my feelings? I knew that my parents would never have approved of her. How stupid was that? Who cares what my dead parents think? I should be focused on the here and now.
I kept my parents’ secret of Bekah’s adoption when there was no reason to do so. I was just so sure that I had to do everything their way. What was the point? I knew that Bekah loved me so it’s not like she would just replace me with her biological brother. I denied her the chance to get to know more people that could love her. And I had threatened those that already did. How could I be so damn stupid?!?
I walked over to the mantle and grabbed the photo of my smiling parents chucking it into the fireplace. I couldn’t explain their actions, but I didn’t need to keep continuing to hurt people with them. I had already lost Jasper, and if I didn’t make amends I could lose the two people I consider to be sisters in my life; Bekah and Cameron. I raced out to the car and drove quickly to the local hospital. I needed to be there for both of them.
When I arrived the nurses directed me to Cameron’s room. When I walked in they all turned to look. Cameron was still unconscious on the bed.
“Why the fuck are you here?” Niall asked venomously. “Haven’t you done enough?” I couldn’t blame him for his anger. I had done everything in my power to keep his sister from him. He hadn’t deserved that. Her adoption hadn’t been his doing. He deserved to know her. I looked over at Bekah who was curled up in Zayn’s arms.
“YOU!” she raged. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ALL OF THIS! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY SHE TRIED TO KILL HERSELF?!?” I nodded knowing it had to be my fault. “SHE WAS KEEPING YOUR SECRET FOR YOU! SHE FELT GUILTY HIDING IT EVEN THOUGH YOU THREATENED HER! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? HOW COULD YOU THREATEN MY BEST FRIEND?!?”
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I’m so sorry. Niall, I’m sorry I kept you and Bekah apart. Bekah, I’m sorry that I hurt Cameron so badly that she did this? And I’m sorry that I’m such a horrible person.” Bekah screamed and ran at me knocking me to the floor. She began punching and kicking me, and I made no move to stop her. Both Niall and Zayn stood up, but I waved them away. “Let her. I deserve this and more.”
She continued to kick and punch. I knew that I was strong enough to stop her and even lift her off me, but I needed the physical punishment. I needed to be hurt for all I had done. She socked me in the eye making me wince before she stopped.
“Why?” Bekah asked now crying. “Why are you letting me do this? Why aren’t you fighting back?”
“Because I deserve this and more. Everything is my fault.” She finally let it all out collapsing onto my chest and sobbing. I sat there on the floor rubbing her back as she let it all out. I had hurt them all so much.
