My brother just died, now im falling for his bestfriend?

My brother just died, now im falling for his bestfriend chapter 6

''Connie...'' I heard a whipser from a soft voice in my ear as I hugged myself in the comforting place I was in, I closed my eyes tighter not wanting to get up.

''Connie, your home.'' My eyes flickered open then being met by Jason's. He sighed and his hand flashed in front of my face causing me to take it without any thought what so ever. I realised I was still in Jason's car when I was fully waken, my cheeks felt warm and my body freezing.

 ''How long was I asleep for?'' I questioned curiously, my damp fringe covered my forehead. I felt disgusting and I probably looked worse than I felt.

''About an hour.'' He grinned, as though he didn't mind one bit I'd took up an hour of his time to sleep in his car covered in my own sweat.

''Why didn't you wake me?'' I asked. No one likes to be a burden.

''Wake you from your peaceful sleep to let you go inside just to come face to face with your Dad?'' He explained in a question making me nod my head understanding.

''My parents hate me.'' I stated, totally out of the bloom.

Jason bit his lip and released it slowly leaving a mark upon his bottom lip, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to feel his lips against mine like they were a few hours ago. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't totally attracted to him. Maybe this is all happening to fast I thought to myself as I watch Jason's mouth curve into a smile.

''Hate's a strong word.'' He confirmed my answer, not even trying to argue against me. I gazed down at my lap and realised I was turned towards Jason, him leaning over me in a very let's say awkward position.

 ''Can I get out then?'' I laughed slightly, his face went red as he moved backwards out of the car and leaned against the door pushing it further open for me.

''Im not that fat.'' I mumbled as I slid out of the car and brushed past Jason's body, it took everything I had not to turn to him and hug him tightly, becasue that's what I felt like doing most right now, hugging Jason. Either that or my brother but I know that's not an option.

''Just call me if you need anything.'' He added quickly, I heard the door shut and I swiftly turned to watch him walk over to the other side and give me a quick gleam before getting into the driver's seat. I stared longingly is Jason's car disappeared into the distance. Now he was leaving me, just like Martin.

I groaned as I spun and a figure stood angrily at the door. Great.

''Your staying at Sadie's.'' My Dad told me, more like shouted over to me as I stood there in confusion.

''But..'' I began.

''Sadie's glad to have you over.''

''Dad you can't just disown me!'' I protested, watching the pure hatred come from him made me want to run a mile but I couldn't bare it. What kind of person threw out their daughter when their son had just died? My Dad apparently.

''Just for the time being.'' He stated in an evil tone.

I sniffed upwards and swore mentally for the water works to control themselves at least just for a couple of minutes. ''Where's Mum?'' I asked, a hint of sadness in my voice.

''Your Mother's not in the mood to talk to anyone right now, especially you. Your lucky Im talking to you from the way you treated me today.'' He commented harshly.

''The way I treated you! What about me?'' I complained.

 How dare he! The nerve when he actually started the whole arguement, if he weren't such a heartless jerk maybe I'd still be living here and it would be just like normal accept it could never be normal again because the only sane person in our family has gone. The only person who cared about anyone.

''Don't make this about yourself Connie.'' He simply ordered, that felt like a whip down my back. Was I really that selfish?

Is wanting your brother so badly that selfish? Caring that the person you loved the most is now never to be seen again, apart from a few lousy photograph's the only way to remember him is by pure thought. And people get memory loss right? What if Im one of those people? Maybe I'll forget about my brother. Ok so now Im over exaggerating but I have to let in every possibility.

''Fine.'' I almost whispered, storming forward and shoving past my Dad with strength. ''If you want to kick me out then go ahead.'' I told him when I was facing him. He closed the door slgihtly, leaving a gap for open air.

''But tell me to my face Dad, tell me you don't love me in any way at all.'' I whispered, sounding like I didn't care. My insides secretly hoped for him to deny all hate towards me, to just pull me into his arms and tell me I'll always be his little girl. His little girl who he used to take swimming and sing lullaby's to. His little girl who used to look at him in awe, saw him as a hero when Martin wasn't around. His little girl who he suddenly despises.

I always knew I was the least favourite. Martin always got attention, Dad took him to football practically every day of the week because that's what he most enjoyed, Dad paid for Martin's music lessons, he let him go to parties, he let him do anything delinquent. But Martin never did, Martin wouldn't dare break a rule, even though he was allowed to do anything a normal parent wouldn't let their child do, he always stayed angelic, like Father always was.

Daddy's double I say, that's until Dad turned nasty now he's the equivalent to scrooge.

''Tell me Daddy!'' I screamed at the top of my voice, watching his face soften and stare at the ground. Please don't say it Daddy, I begged from inside not allowing the words to come out.

''Daddy.'' I whispered.

My Mum approached the stairs then, she looked a mess. Her eyes red and swollen obviously from crying and her face paler than chalk.

''Connie.'' She sniffed, a smile appeared on her face until she caught my Dad's eye and it instantly dropped.

 ''What are you here for?'' She asked more strictly, oblivious to the fact my Dad was controlling her every move.

  ''Tell me you don't love me.'' I instructed, tears prickling my eyes.

My Mum looked bewildered, a hint of shock entered her eyes as she stared at me.

 ''Just tell me!'' I cried, my head moving towards both of them to see their answers.

''I don't love you.'' My father's voice whispered. A breath caught up then, I didn't expect him to say it, I thought.... I don't know what I thought.

''Mum.'' I whimpered, just trying to get it over with.

''I... I have to go.'' She muttered before running up the stairs, cries coming from her as she jogged to her bedroom. My Dad sighed when the door slammed, he turned towards me and shook his head as if to say he was totally ashamed of me.

''You got your answer.''

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This isn't a very interesting chapter but the next few will be. Sorry that was really kind of short, I promise the next one will be longer.

 Some people were offended by this story on another site so I was kind of holding back on it, I didn't want to write any more incase I upset anyone but I think that problem has been resolved. Im sorry if you've lost someone and this story doesn't sound realistic but that's the whole point. It's a story. Made up characters, made up personalities and a made up death.

Writing a story isn't telling a lie, just putting your imagination down on paper or in this case computer. So I really am sorry if your upset beacause of me, I understand Im not the best writer and criticism is always welcome.

What do you think's going to happen? I think you'll hate Sadie by chapter 15 or somewhere along the line :P I think I may need to check over all my words, I keep spelling things wrong not on a purpose, I just type too fast. :S