#Chapter22 Don't let him hurt you

"Dad?" I call my dad from my room. I've been sulking about how it has been a horrible day today.

I wasn't crying though. Just sulking.

I actually miss him.

I actually miss my brother.

But I hate him at the same time.

Conner and I were very close. Inseparable even. He's three years older than me. Although, many people thought we were twins-- we were almost the same height and we were always together.

I never really had people to call friends. My whole life I've been distant from the real world, staying under the radar as much I could. I never wanted...