[ WP ] Make me cry .

Hey Big Brother, 
 
 Two weeks ago, Mom and Dad have been gone for six years. I'm sorry you had to drop out of college, I know you do n't like working at the hotel. Being a manager of a group of children who start senseless fights, I know that was n't what your dream was to become this. You have n't been out on a date for two years, your getting heavy, now your hair is turning grey, your only 26, and you should be enjoying your life. I know you feel responsible for me, and you ca n't help it so I want to make things easier for you. 
 
 I've been having a hard time adjusting to things at the school. I know, that should n't be an excuse but I ca n't do it anymore. It's been two years and they still mess with me. When I was in gym class, I finished the work out and came back to get dressed but someone spray painted the back of my Gorrillaz shirt saying `` Emo kid's should get over it''. I do n't think they understand what we have to go through, I'm just tired of it now. 
 
 Also, do n't trust Uncle Dean. He takes money from our savings jar for the past couple of years and also... I do n't know how to tell you this because you trust him so much. Three years ago, he got on top of me and started touching me. I tried to tell him to stop, but he said he was going to hurt me beyond belief. Then, he did it again, and again, and again... When I told him I am going to tell you he said, `` What is your bitch brother going to do. I'll knock his pussy ass out. You tell him, I'll make sure he loses custody of you. Then, you'll have to live with me.'' I hate him. Sometimes, I have dreams of him sneaking into the house. I want to kill him. 
 
 I'm sorry, I did n't mean stain the letter but I am trying to hurry. I left a letter for you, and one for Uncle Dean. He will find it, when he comes in let him go down stairs. Do n't go down there. When you read this, I'll be on the bus headed for New York. I saved some money and sold Mom's gold and pearls, she will understand. 
 
 Good bye Big Brother. 
 Love, your Sister. 
 Ps. Be good to yourself, stay alive. 
 
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 9:57 P.M. 
 
 The Older Brother, Kent, sits at his kitchen table, holding his sisters letter waiting for Dean to come over. He is drinking his dad's Johnny Walker Blue he was saving. He keeps looking up at the clock and back at the letter, time seems to be going so slow tonight and he called into work tonight. He has been sitting there since he bought groceries, the milk sat by the stove, his sister's favorite ice cream melted over the stove, and the cold microwaveables have thawed out. He takes another swig of his dad's favorite scotch, some of it rolls down his brown beard and onto his Christmas Gift his sister knitted a year ago, she made little reindeer in the patterns. The heat coming from his body would register a fever in a thermometer. What Dean had done, revoked his label as family and to this man, it is what matters most. 
 
 10:22 P.M. 
 
 A Truck pulls up. The door opens, and slams shut. Kent watches as the familiar trucker cap goes by the kitchen window. Dean does n't knock, he just walks in. He sees Kent, his eyes red and a fury that could be found in a boxer. 
 
 `` What the fuck did you do Dean?!'' He was startled a bit, there was usually a Uncle infront of that name. 
 
 `` Calm down, Kent. I just have to go down stairs. I'm sorry. We will talk about this after I do somethings, I need you to get up and go to your Bosses House!'' Dean starts towards the basement door, his hands half raised like a cop was there. 
 
 `` Why the fuck should I DEAN! I mean, you would n't do anything to hurt us, right?! Your our Dad's brother, right?! Where is your letter at!?'' Dean shakes his head, and backs up when he sees Kent get to his feet. The normally slouched 6'4'' guy, stood straight and stout like he was in high school playing football again. 
 
 `` Look, Kent. I do n't know what she told you, but we need to talk about it. I was in a bad place.'' Kent's fist balled up, wrong choice of words. 
 
 `` Fuck you Dean! Where is your letter!? She said she wrote you one too! Give it to me!'' Kent started rummaging his persons and Dean flailed back. Kent threw a punch and it knocked Dean to the floor, his fist balled up to dole out another, but he stopped and held him down to search his coat. Dean's face was swelling up already, his arms where trying to fend him off but he was still to dazed to keep him from the letter. 
 
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 Uncle Dean 
 
 You wanted to be my'Daddy' right? How are you going to take care of me, now. This body is just flesh, but you wo n't ever have my heart or soul. I hope your happy you scumbag. I recorded the last time you house sat me, I uploaded it to the police email and state department for child services, I told them my uncle pushed me to this. If you have any dignity, you better be man enough to come face my brother. Come see me in the basement, but you better get him to leave before you start cleaning up your mess. I hope hell has a special place for you. 
 
 Fuck you, 
 
 Sierra 
 
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