Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Caden

I didn't even feel it when Cecil punched me. I think I was too blinded by pure rage to even think of blocking myself. I launched at him, slamming into his side and bringing us both to the floor. But as I pulled my hand back to hit him... I stopped. I couldn't bring myself to hurt the little brother of someone I cared so much about. Cecil didn't care. He took his shot and slammed his fist into my sides again and again. Then the pain just stopped. I peeked open my eyes, not really noticing I had closed them in the first place, and saw Cecil squirming in Silah's arms. She gave me a sad smile and tightened her grip. Cecil shot me daggers with his eyes as I made my retreat out of the room and away from the house.

I couldn't stop the image of Cecil and his sister fighting. I don't think they ever fought... And I was the reason they were fighting. I was the reason Cecil was so angry... I think I ruined her relationship with her only family. I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking like that. Silah was good and she and her brother would work something out.

I practically jogged to my house, forgetting all about my motorcycle that was parked outside Silah's house. The house was empty like usual. Mom was probably out with her boyfriend Jon. I never liked that guy. Only using my mom for her body. I shivered. No more thinking about that.

I went into my room and closed the door behind me. It was just a simple room. White walls, a few posters of some good bands, and a barren bed in the middle. I took off my jacket and shirt and tossed it to the side. I collapsed on my bed and grabbed my laptop.It opened up to facebook and I scrolled through my friends till I came up with Silah. Her profile pic was of her and her brother at his 8th grade graduation. She wore a faded blue dress to her knees and Cecil a fancy dress shirt with blue jeans. He thought practical. I skimmed through her pictures and stopped on a younger one. It was Silah, Cecil, and their parents outside a ice cream shop. I took note of the ice cream shop and continued.

One picture caught my eye. It was Silah a few years ago, in 8th grade I'm guessing. She wore black high tops, a fluffy white skirt and a black crop top. She stood with some friend I vaguely remembered. Silah was smiling brightly and had her arm drapped around some boy who was grinning happily. I couldn't quite place him but knew him from somewhere. I checked the comments.

'SILLLLL! OH MY GOD! That was the bestest nite evaaa! Lah you<3' Fay Jenson

'I agree with ^^^ :) Thanks for saving me a dance Sil' Brendon Michales

'haha. Thanks guys. I lahhh you too Fay :) And ur welcome Bren(;' Silah Morrow

'A room guys?' Fay Jenson

"SHUT UP!' Silah Morrow

"I wouldn't mind ;)' Brendon Michales

"Ugh. Inbox me.' Silah Morrow

I clicked off the comments. Who was Brendon Michales? And Fay Jenson? I don't think I remembered them from middle school... Crap my memory is bad. I used to remember everyone. I sank back into my pillows and closed my laptop. I closed my eyes and tried to remember. It came vaguely...

*FLASHBACK*

I sank back against the brick wall and watched the other kids play dodge ball. I knew I wasn't good and I wasn't going to bother the other kids into playing. I took a quick look around and noticed a pretty girl with two friends. She turned and gave me a happy smile. She whispered something to her friends and skipped over. I sucked in my breath. Was she going to hit more or something? (The Ironey isn't lost on me)