Don't make the same mistakes again

Bad news

Dylan

Why? Out of all the people I had left. I stared at the body of my unconscious, maybe even dead  father. I winced at the word and pushed that thought far behind me. Tears had welled up in my eyes and had already escaped. It was obvious I had been crying and I didn't care. I stood up and walked over to the paramedics. 

A voice froze me in place. "Dylan?" I turned around excitedly but not too pleased when I see Emily standing beside Brayleigh, I turned red with embarrassment but she pretended not to see and asked, "Who's that?" 

I hesitated for a moment and replied grudgingly, "My dad." Emily cupped a hand over her mouth and muttered, "Oh my goodness, I am... so... so... sorry." I wiped my eyes and looked at Brayleigh, she has been staring at my dad for ages, but finally, she released some sort of choked gasp and she turned pale from head to toe. It must be the blood. "Bray... look away...." I attempted to comfort her but she stepped back, her hands are shaking. Her lips quivered and Emily asked nervously, "Bray, you okay?"

She just stared her eyes are blank her expression gave nothing away. Then she did something, she ran. What in the world? I took off after her and ran. Emily ran steps behind me and she shouted, "She's heading home, you can relax!" 

I shook my head. I know her too well, she is hiding something. Just two days ago I saw her doing the exact same thing, or was it just yesterday? I had lost track of time, doesn't matter anyways.

For a second, I had forgotten that she was a very fast runner and picked up speed forgetting about Emily, I heard her last phrase before it got swept by the wind. "Wow those two are serious couples chasing---" I was pretty sure I'm the only one doing the chasing but I pushed it away and concentrated on keeping up. 

As I was running forward, I realized what Emily said might have been a correct estimation, the two must have planned to go home together. Just when I see her turning into her apartment, she stops and headed farther down the road. I yell, "Brayleigh! For god's sake could you give me a break? I need to breathe!" She ignores me and turns into a yard. I took off after her. 

As I stopped outside the building, I realized with dread where she had gone to. The house seemed to loom before me as I step into my own lawn. Dad must have left the front gate open. She was screaming, "Mr Turner! Mr Turner!" She finally slid down to the cold stone floor and breathed words I could barely make out but it shocked the hell out of me, "god father......" 

I looked at her searching her face for answers, her swollen hazel eyes looked up to me and locked with my own eyes. It pulled me into her depths and grips me tightly threatening to suffocate me. "Pardon?" I ask. She etches her eyebrows and says, "He's my god father, your father, and he never told you, why?" Her last word poured her frustration and sadness out together and it grips at my heart. 

Brayleigh

When I was running, the only thing I wanted to do was call mum and dad and shout at them, to scream, to tell them everything, to lie on my bed and cry and yell into my pillows. But why would they care? How would Carlo react if I tell him his favorite and only god father just got himself into a damn accident? So, I changed my mind and headed to the place I used to visit every day, it was my favorite place in the world. 

That time, I swore I remembered clearly that he didn't have a child, I kept telling myself I had mistaken what I heard when it was clearly written all over his face. He looked exactly like his father. The way he spoke, his eyes, his lips, his hair, his character, his surname.