Please let me hold onto you

Left alone

'Have a good night sleep will you?' My elder brother Frill advised me. He looks and talks like a twenty year old, but he is eighteen. He is 6 foot tall. The best part I like about him is he is completely natural. Everything he does, says or feel is not forced by him or by anyone else.

The only thing that I don't like about him is that he's just so over protective at times when I don't want him to be. For instance, when he saw me walking with a boy in my school the entire day,......

'Chloe, what were you doing with him? Are you dating him?' my brother asked me with an eyebrow raised.

'Wait, you got this wrong Fry. We're just friends, okay?'

'Stop calling me that! It's annoying!'

'Oh really? Fry, Fry, Fry, Fry is about to C-R-Y......' I annoyed him by stressing on the last word..

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I finally asked him with a raised eyebrow with a feeling of dominance in the air.

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'I just wanted to tell you this much. Now everything else is your choice.' Frill spoke like I was actually going to go out with him.

But then later I thought over it and then decided to keep a small distance from that boy considering the fact that I am only thirteen going to be fourteen in a few months. My friends also might not have a good opinion about him;

""'Even if he says the word kit Kat, he makes it sound like bitter gourd'"'
That's what they say.
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Now about my parents........ I have never seen them. They dumped me years ago when I was just an infant. My brother told me it happened like this,

My brother saw my parents fighting with each other. My mom was planning to drop me in an orphanage while my dad said that he did not want to spend anything on me and so he wanted to dump me on the ground. Well obviously not to kill me intendedly but he thought that some when else who would take pity on me would adopt me.

Frill says he doesn't know the reason as to why they hated me, because he had been a kid too. But i think it is probably related with my gender.

And so, I was kept in a casket somewhere. (Frill does not remember where)

A forty year old man passing by had been the only one who cared for the upbringing of an abandoned infant. He is Terryville Lingstonde who I call "Uncle".

My brother, Frill followed me when I was taken up by Uncle Terry and found out his house. And that is the place where I live.