|𝟑𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃|
In this touching coming of age drama, 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 goes through life in search of answers that no one can supply him with. When he discovers the source of his pain and the seemingly obvious remedy, he decides to end his own l...
As my time with Blake evolved into a stronger friendship, I started spending more time at your house. More time in your presence and more time within your walls that held thousands of secrets. Thousands of secrets that you couldn't contain.
We all need someone to talk to. We all need someone to confide in.
At that time, you had Phoebe. And then one day, you didn't.
Alcohol and teenagers don't mix. I learned that the hard way. Then again, I think we all learned that the hard way. But, then again, sometimes alcohol is needed to breathe life into words that might have otherwise been left unsaid.
It was 2 a.m. on a Friday night and Blake had finally gone to sleep. For the life of me, I could never fall asleep as easily as he could. My mind was always too busy staying active and laying awake.
Which turned out to be for the best considering I was the one to find you drunk and stumbling up the stairs. I was the one to put you in bed, laying you on your side just in case you threw up. And, as it turned out, I would be the one to listen as you finally divulged the secrets that were weighing your soul down.
Each one just about took my breath away.
Phoebe caught her dad cheating on her mom.
That one killed me more than anyone will ever know. When I was little, I idolized Phoebe's parents. I always adored their love story and their romance and their mushy attitudes.
I know, it's cliché.
The quarterback and the head cheerleader.
But I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to their high school love affair. I was enamored with their apple pie life.
After all, it was much better than the "love" story my mother gifted me.
Phoebe caught her dad cheating on her mom and she was shattered.
There was nothing you or Blake could do or say to make things better. There was nothing either of you could tell her that would change what was now her new reality.
Phoebe caught her dad cheating and told her mom.
And when her dad left, he blamed her for spilling the truth. He wrecked his own child because he couldn't keep it in his pants. He ruined their family and somehow made it out to be her fault.
She doesn't smile anymore, you said. She doesn't eat. I don't know if she sleeps.
And when you cried, I couldn't help but cry too. Because, Dove, there's something truly heartbreaking about watching a strong person finally break.
You, I learned that night, were the "therapist" of your friend group. Everyone came to dump their problems on you. An emotional punching bag for free use.
A lot of it was your fault, though. You let them constantly use you. Dove, you're the type of person that has too big of a heart. You're the type to allow people to strip you of your mental health because they need the comfort.
And it's for that reason that you're the most noble person I've ever met. For there's nothing more honorable than sacrificing yourself for the good of another.
Blake was cheating on Phoebe.
I think this was causing you the biggest dilemma. I think this was causing you the most heartbreak.
Your brother cheating on your best friend. Your best friend. The one that blamed herself for her parents divorce.
I didn't know Phoebe.
But I would always know Bee.
And Bee was always a delicate thing with a heart that loved too much. We both knew she wouldn't survive two heartbreaks. We both knew she wouldn't be able to deal with two heartbreaks. So I understood your decision not to say anything yet. I understood your need to cling onto a little shred of normalcy in your world of never ending chaos.
Dean was in love with Blake.
This I never saw coming. At the time, I thought Blake was as straight as they came. I never would've thought he had a little purple in his pink. But, there it was for all to see. Dean, in love with Blake. Dean, not caring what others would think. Dean, sweet Dean, so ready to risk it all for the boy he had loved since he was 12 years old.
You were developing an eating disorder.
Your mother, in all her ways of ignorance, was the culprit behind this pain. Restricting your diet and telling you to lose more weight. It took everything in me not to abandon my teachings of respecting elders and slap your mom.
You were desperate for your parents' love. You were burdened by the weight of misery and secrets. You were drowning while everyone assumed you were breathing.
You were nothing like what your brother thought you were.
You were strength personified.
I only wish he could've seen that before he left us.
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