Brotherly love
Dylan's POV
As I'm heading for Massachusetts to find the very precious thing I let go, I ponder deeper into my thoughts. Into my past. If I could change the past I would save my mum and dad. I would save my twin. I'd fix the mistakes that I had made. Which meant I would change my whole life. Since my life was made on regrets and lies.
But none of that matters anymore. My sole regret was what I did to the very person I loved. To the person I swore to protect. She was the only one dear to my heart. The only one I couldn't have. I would have changed the way I acted. The way I cared. The way I loved. For her. Only her. I should have protected her from the very people who took her away from me.
I keep on telling myself that I lost what was once mine. That she loved me too. But I know more than that. She loved me. But in a different way. I never had her heart in the first place.
My only love. My Sophie. The girl who had been scared by my deceleration and motives of love. The girl who, when even when I wished, I couldn't have.
I knew Sophie would be the one for me. The one who would be there by my side. The one who would love me and soon be my wife. I knew since the day I saw her again after she came back after two years.
That exact day was the day when my friends wanted her too. Kyle, Max, Dane, and most importantly Cam wanted her. They were there for the surprise party for their return. Hiding behind bushes. Staring at her. I hit them in the head with a stick when I found them. But they didn't feel or care about it since the wind had driven her loose skirt higher than it was meant to. Giving a good view of her ass.
I knew that I loved her that day but I couldn't tell her. She had a crush on Cam since she was younger. I knew that for sure when I stole her diary and read a couple of pages. She always had their initials SA + CD inside a heart, That really didn't matter to me before she left with mum but after she came back . . .God I was mad . . . and a little jealous. Ok, a lot jealous.
I tried everything to keep them apart. To stop them from gravitating towards each other. But I was helpless. Nothing could stop them. And one day Cam asked her out. Of course she said yes. That look of joy made my heart break in half.
I was there in her room that day. The day when she was getting ready for her first date with Cam. I have never seen her so beautiful. Cam would have loved it. Too bad he never got to see her.
I was on her bed in nothing but my boxers and white t-shirt, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. I was struck silent when she came out. Sophie was wearing a tight, see through, pink blouse. You could see the shape of her breasts so clearly, it was mouth watering.
"How's this?" she asked me. Not even shocked that I was here. At this point I was driven mad. Wanting to see her naked. Wanting to claim her as mine.
"Turn around" I had said to her.
she obeyed and turned around, giving me a good look at her ass. A moan escaped me and Sophie whipped around.
"You okay?" I nodded my head, unable to talk without letting go of another moan. I was slightly better than okay.
"Well I better get going." She said to me.
I forgot about her date! Damn it. I didn't want her to leave. I had to make her stay. I needed to claim her before Cam did.
I stood up from the bed and walked toward her. As I came closer she lifted her eyes to meet mine but all I could see were those juicy, red lips of hers. So beautiful, It was mouth watering. I stopped in front of her and cupped her cheek and-----
"Sir. You need to get out of the cab." the taxi driver said annoyingly.
I sighed. Right at the best part.
I paid the taxi driver and got out of the cab. I was finally in Boston. I traveled half way across the country for her. I was going to find her. It was my duty to. since I was the one that did this. Who made the mistake.
The one that made her run away from home.
~+~
Caroline's POV
I'm alone in a new house. With a new life. My house. My life. This was the life I had built for myself. The life I had built in order to escape a brother. My brother. My only family member left that was living.
My brother wanted me. My best friend. My very own kin. Wanted me. We shared the same blood, from the same parents and had half of the same DNA. But that was all that we shared. We looked totally different. My brother had soft welcoming feeling to him. With light blond, that was always under a hoodie or cap, and crystal clear blue eyes. He had pale white skin like snow white. He was the one who knew the illusions of appearances. Since he looked like he was unable to protect himself he always got bullied when he was younger. Until high school, he wasn't that popular. That was the year when his muscles and strength became much more pronounced. He got many girls chasing him. And dated plenty. He proved himself worthy of them every day. He joined football teams and soccer teams. Became the most handsomest boy any girl could dream for since he always won the title of prom king. I mean, what girl doesn't fall for a prince? Not including his sister, of course.
He always protected me. Starting from when I was younger to the day I came back from a trip with mom. He stayed by my side and was protective of me. He cared about what people thought about me and made sure nobody said anything bad about me. He supported all the things I wanted to do. Agreed with the decisions I made. But since the day I came back he hasn't been acting the same. I mean I was only gone for two years and when I come back he becomes a totally different person. He told me when I came back, "Hey there beautiful, sixteen really suits you." That was SO unlike him.
He started to be more warmer with me. More supportive. Always there if I needed a hug or a kiss on the cheek. Always there when I cried or was in a dilemma. He was there for me when Cameron broke up with me again telling me that "We needed a break." He just held me closer and wrapped his arms around me as I cried into his chest. He gave me his thoughts on what I should say when Cameron told me he wanted to be back together for the hundredth time. He stayed by my side like a bodyguard not even leaving my side when our parents died.
But I was there too. I saw what our parents deaths did to him. I saw his reputation go bad. Saw his grades drop. He was half alive and was heading towards death every day. Then one day he just broke down. He changed himself completely. He dyed his hair dark blue. Started acting like the bad-boy at school. Teachers looked down at him, disappointed to lose their favorite student. Students looked at him differently. More cautious around him. But one thing didn't change. He still loved me.
"Hey babe." Startled, I jumped a little. I looked around for the source of the sound. I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around . . . only to be face to face with something hard. Hands wrapped around me, pulling me closer. One hand on my waist, the other on the back of my head so I couldn't lift it.
"Did ya miss me?" A male voice said in a low husky voice. Unable to guess who it was, I stayed silent.
"Care bear," he whined "I leave you for a week cause I have work and you already forget me?" he said disappointingly.
"Babe?" I asked. "That really you?"
"Well who else would have found out you lived here?" he countered. " Have you been seeing some other man while I was away?"
I wrestled out of his tight grip and took three giant steps back. Marveling him. At his beauty, strength, and his body. Then I launched myself into his open arms.
"I missed you, Kyle." I whispered into his ear as you wrapped your arm round his neck.
"So did I, babe." he said. "But you really should have told me you were gonna move again. Would have cost me less trouble into finding you again. If you needed a place you could've just stayed at my place. It's always open to you." he said honestly.
I nipped his ear. "But then, what would be the fun of hosting parties in an apartment that can barely fit yourself?" he winced at that but took no offence.
"It could just fit you and me. No party. Nobody else. Just us." he replied as he leaned forward.
I obeyed and leaned in. "But think of the things we could do here. with all this space." I murmured into his mouth. He growled in appreciation.
"Ah yes." he said into my mouth. "ALL the things we can do." his arms moved up and down my waist as he pulled my closer into him. He opened his mouth to let his tongue snake out of his mouth into mine. I obeyed and opened my mouth letting is in.
We made out for a couple more minutes until we were both out of breath and panting. "I can't believe that you're all mine." he growled in my year. His hand hitched up my shirt and exposed the bare skin of my stomach.
Kyle bent down until he was at my exposed skin. He kissed my stomach and hitched up the shirt higher giving him a good view on my bra. He groaned at the sight and I turned red. "We don't have to do this you know." he said even though he thought otherwise.
I lifted Kyle to his feet and kissed him on the mouth. Hard. He took that as acceptance and lifted me off my feet. "Where's your damn room in this place?" he asked me while he climbed up the stairs.
"Next room to your right." I murmured.
Kyle seemed to forget about me when the saw the length of my room. His eyes were as wide as a child given a present when if wasn't even his birthday. He seemed to come back to Earth and looked down at me. "You live here?" he asked.
"Yup." I answered proudly.
"Wow." he answered. He stayed silent for a while. He seemed to be fighting his inner self to ask me something.
"You need something?" I asked.
"You"He looked sheepishly down at his feet as if he wanted to say something else. He let go of me and gently dropped me onto my feet. He looked around, biting his lip. That meant that he was worried. he stopped looking and turned to me. I stared into his eyes. His green eyes that were full of love and deep emotions.
He got down onto one knee. Slowly, as if he was unsure but the look on his face said otherwise. He pulled out a small black box and opened it. Inside was a ring. A diamond ring. I stared at his face. Unsure of what was coming next. He opened his mouth as if to talk, then closed it. He tried again.
"Caroline Ross," he started. "I have loved you from the day I set eyes on you. I know you have been through a lot and cannot let go of the past but we have been together for two years without difficulties in our way. I think that fate has set us together. I want us to never be apart. I want to protect you, love you, kiss you, cherish you, and claim you as my own. I want you to be mine and I yours. Will you marry me?"
~+~
Dylan's POV
My poor Sophie, All by herself. Lost and alone. In a giant world full of bad people. My Sophie with shiny blond hair and unique green eyes. Probably not alone though. She's to beautiful for that shit. Everyone would want her. Claim her. Kiss her. And make "love" with her. That thought makes me put on a smug grin and get jealous at the same time. I don't care all that much since I was her first. The first one. The one who took her virginity. Her innocence.
I still remember it. The taste of her when I sucked her neck. The feeling of her inside of me. The feeling of her legs wrapped around mine. Pulling her closer. Her lips telling me to stop touching hers and her body, even though she wanted me to. I remember the feeling of her bare skin against mine. Her resistance when I first put myself into her then quickly started moving her hips as the pain came. I can still hear her groaning against my lips. I can imagine myself kissing her breasts and sucking at her nipples all over again. And when she came . . . . . Oh god.. God Spare ME. Please.
I let go of a groan. I can feel myself hardening. This is pure torture. I don't even know where the fuck my own love is and I'm already thinking about having sex with her. What the freak'n fuck is wrong with me?
A bunch of couples are making out in plain sight. I let out a sigh. If only it was that easy for me and her.
After I walk a few more blocks I spot a apartment building with the same number my source said. I walk closer to it. It looks exactly like what Sophie would live in. My excitement starts to grow but so does my doubts. What happens if this really is her house? Will she remember me? Will she forgive me?
I knock on the door. Nobody answers. I look around, hoping to find somebody who could help me. I keep on knocking until I hear somebody open the door.
"Who is it?" some male calls
"Um, I was wondering if I could find somebody named Sophie. I was told that she used to live here." I told him.
"Oh? Were you. Nobody used to live here except a girl named Caroline. You should ask her about your Sophie. She might know." He said.
"Caroline?" I asked, confused. Caroline was my mother's name. was it just a coincidence that a random girl who used to live here had my mother's name?
"Ya, the girl who used to live here?" he gave me a your- so -stupid look.
"Oh ya. thanks for your help. Um . . . could you give me her number? Carol ...ine's I mean." I stuttered at my mother's name.
" Um . ." the man looked uncomfortable. ' I don't have her number but you could ask her agent. I have their number."
"Agent?" I asked.
"Yo, where have you been man. Caroline is on like every magazine. She's in movies, plays, and like everything in the world. She models too." he seems starstruck. " She's the hottest person living on the planet. Here" he gives me a piece of paper with her agents number. "Call her agent. Your welcome." Then he shuts the door at my face.
I take out my phone and call her agent. It takes a while but she picks up "hello?" she asks.
" My name is Dylan and I wanted to know if Caroline knew anything about Sophie." The phone stays silent. "Hello?"
"Oh I'm sorry, did you say Sophie?" she seems hesitant over the name.
"Yes. Sophie is my sister and I was wondering where she lived because I haven't seen her in two years. Do you know anything about her?" I asked
"Um . . . I don't but I think Care does. I'll give you her number. Um . . it's 978-652-2213. I'll let her know that you'll be coming. Oh and she lives in California now. In a giant house. You'll see her address on the news, if you wanna go and meet her. I'll give you a pass." She hangs up on me.
"Caroline. . . ." I said again. Testing out the name." Nice name" I'm talking to myself again.
"Let's go hunt down some pretty chick." I grin evilly.
~+~
Caroline's POV
Kyle was on one knee, holding out a diamond ring. His eyes so clearly filled with love that I couldn't doubt it.
My eyes were filling up with tears. My mouth opening to say something when-
"Ring-Ring" my phone interrupted
Kyle looked pissed. "Do you have to get that?" he scowled.
"Um . . ." this was an important moment for me but what happened if the caller was important? Maybe a new gig or modeling project. I had to get it.
"Um babe . . . I need to get this. It might be a new gig or something like that." I tried to reason with him.
"A gig is more important than me?" he spit. He tried to act tough but I saw the pain flash through his eyes. This cut me to the core.
"Never. I just need to get this. You understand, right babe?" I pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arms around me.
Kyle's eyes softened at my touch. "Ya luv, I totally understand. Take all the time you want. I'll be waiting."
"Thanks. I knew you would understand." I pulled away from his touch and answered my phone.
"Hello? This is Caroline. Um could you pick a later time to call. I'm sort of busy now."
"Oh!" a familiar voice said. "Sorry girl but I had to. This guy knows you. He wants to visit you." This was nothing new. Boys chasing me everywhere along with the paparazzi.
" So. . ." I huffed
"So?" my agent shot back.
"Ya. So what if he knows me. He just another fan boy." I replied. Ugh why can't she understand. Did he pay her or something?
"No you dummy. He knows YOU. Your REAL name." She sounded shocked at this.
No way. Nobody could know my real name. I didn't have one anymore. I changed my name a long time a go. The only people who know my actual birth name would be Kyle, my agent, and . . . my brother.
Damn it. Was he after me again?
"Hello?"
Shit, my agent was still on the phone.
"Well sweetie, I told him he could visit you." Fuck. "Oh and before I forget, that guy. He said that he was your brother." Why couldn't he leave me alone?
I hung up on her and threw my phone across the room. Fuck her, Fuck me, Fuck my life, Fuck my brother.
"Hey babe, you okay?" he wrapped his arms around me. "You know I'm still waiting for an answer" he gave me a lopsided smile. I couldn't help myself, I smiled back.
"Hmm . . . what should I say?" I pretended to decide but I already knew my answer.
"My love, will you stop playing with my heart? I shall die from all the waiting." he feigned death. So dramatic.
I stood up on my tip toes and turned around so my body was facing his. I laid my forehead against his. His arms snaked his way up to my hips. Possessively grabbing them. "Of course i'll marry you." I whispered against his lips.
He pulled away from me. Kyle, my fiance, has never looked so happy. He slip the diamond ring on my right hand. A perfect fit. "I love you." he told me honestly. "I will always love you. There will be nobody between us." he kissed me.
If only he knew.
Regrets
Dylan's POV
As I'm heading for Boston, Massachusetts to find the very precious thing I let go, I ponder deeper into my thoughts. Into my past. If I could change the past I would save my mum and dad. I would save my twin. I'd fix the mistakes that I had made. Which meant I would change my whole life. Since my life was made on regrets and lies.
But none of that matters anymore. My soul regret was what I did to the very person I loved. To the person I swore to protect. She was the only one dear to my heart. The only one I couldn't have. I would have changed the way I acted. The way I cared. The way I loved. For her. Only her. I should have protected her from the very people who took her away from me.
I keep on telling myself that I lost what was once mine. That she loved me too. But I know more than that. She loved me. But in a different way. I never had her heart in the first place.
My only love. My Sophie. The girl who had been scared by my deceleration and motives of love. The girl who, when even when I wished, I couldn't have.
I knew Sophie would be the one for me. The one who would be there by my side. The one who would love me and soon be my wife. I knew since the day I saw her again after she came back from a 2 year trip with mum.
That exact day was the day when my friends wanted her too. Kyle, Max, Dane, and most importantly Cam wanted her. They were there for the surprise party for their return. Hiding behind bushes. Staring at her. I hit them in the head with a stick when I found them. But they didn't feel or care about it since the wind had driven her loose skirt higher than it was meant to. Giving a good view of her ass.
I knew that I loved her that day but I couldn't tell her. She had a crush on Cam since she was younger. I knew that for sure when I stole her diary and read a couple of pages. She always had their initials SA + CD inside a heart, That really didn't matter to me before she left with mum but after she came back . . .God I was mad . . . and a little jealous. Ok, a lot jealous.
I tried everything to keep them apart. To stop them from gravitating towards each other. But I was helpless. Nothing could stop them. And one day Cam asked her out. Sophie, of course she said yes. That look of joy made my heart break in half.
I was there in her room that day. The day when she was getting ready for her first date with Cam. I have never seen her so beautiful. Cam would have loved it. Too bad he never got to see her.
I was on her bed in nothing but my boxers and white t-shirt, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. I was struck silent when she came out. Sophie was wearing a tight, see through, pink blouse. You could see the shape of her breasts so clearly, it was mouth watering.
"How's this?" she asked me. Not even shocked that I was here. At this point I was driven mad. Wanting to see her naked. Wanting to claim her as mine.
"Turn around" I had said to her.
she obeyed and turned around, giving me a good look at her ass. A moan escaped me and Sophie whipped around.
"You okay?" I nodded my head, unable to talk without letting go of another moan. I was slightly better then okay.
"Well I better get going." She said to me.
I forgot about her date! Damn it. I didn't want her to leave. I had to make her stay. I needed to claim her before Cam did.
I stood up from the bed and walked toward her. As I came closer she lifted her eyes to meet mine but all I could see were those juicy, red lips of hers. So beautiful, It was mouth watering. I stopped in front of her and cupped her cheek and-----
"Sir. You need to get out of the cab." the taxi driver said annoyingly.
I sighed. Right at the best part.
I paid the taxi driver and got out of the cab. I was finally in Boston. I traveled half way across the country for her. I was going to find her. It was my duty to. since I was the one that did this. Who made the mistake.
The one that made her run away from home.
My last love
I stared at him. With her. Together. As a couple.
My first boyfriend.
My first love.
My true love.
My only love.
My last love.
How could he?
That back stabbing jerk!
How. Could. He. Cheat. On. Me. With. My. Older. Sister?
Tears dripped silently down my face.
He told me. Promised me. That he loved me. That he would forever be with me.
And yet. When he broke up with me for the first time he said. "You deserve better than me, my luv."
Then a week after that, I find out he's been other girls during our relationship. And not only that. He's been doing the dirty with them. Going all the way.
And here he was claiming to be a virgin.
My sister.
My older sister.
My older better looking sister who could get any boy she wanted stole my boyfriend from me.
My sister who I always looked up to.
Who I always wanted to be.
How could God do this to me?
Brotherly Love
Dylan's POV
As I'm heading for Boston, Massachusetts to find the very precious thing I let go, I ponder deeper into my thoughts. Into my past. If I could change the past I would save my mum and dad. I would save my twin. I'd fix the mistakes that I had made. Which meant I would change my whole life. Since my life was made on regrets and lies.
But none of that matters anymore. My soul regret was what I did to the very person I loved. To the person I swore to protect. She was the only one dear to my heart. The only one I couldn't have. I would have changed the way I acted. The way I cared. The way I loved. For her. Only her. I should have protected her from the very people who took her away from me.
I keep on telling myself that I lost what was once mine. That she loved me too. But I know more than that. She loved me. But in a different way. I never had her heart in the first place.
My only love. My Sophie. The girl who had been scared by my deceleration and motives of love. The girl who, when even when I wished, I couldn't have.
I knew Sophie would be the one for me. The one who would be there by my side. The one who would love me and soon be my wife. I knew since the day I saw her again after she came back from a 2 year trip with mum.
That exact day was the day when my friends wanted her too. Kyle, Max, Dane, and most importantly Cam wanted her. They were there for the surprise party for their return. Hiding behind bushes. Staring at her. I hit them in the head with a stick when I found them. But they didn't feel or care about it since the wind had driven her loose skirt higher than it was meant to. Giving a good view of her ass.
I knew that I loved her that day but I couldn't tell her. She had a crush on Cam since she was younger. I knew that for sure when I stole her diary and read a couple of pages. She always had their initials SA + CD inside a heart, That really didn't matter to me before she left with mum but after she came back . . .God I was mad . . . and a little jealous. Ok, a lot jealous.
I tried everything to keep them apart. To stop them from gravitating towards each other. But I was helpless. Nothing could stop them. And one day Cam asked her out. Sophie, of course she said yes. That look of joy made my heart break in half.
I was there in her room that day. The day when she was getting ready for her first date with Cam. I have never seen her so beautiful. Cam would have loved it. Too bad he never got to see her.
I was on her bed in nothing but my boxers and white t-shirt, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. I was struck silent when she came out. Sophie was wearing a tight, see through, pink blouse. You could see the shape of her breasts so clearly, it was mouth watering.
"How's this?" she asked me. Not even shocked that I was here. At this point I was driven mad. Wanting to see her naked. Wanting to claim her as mine.
"Turn around" I had said to her.
she obeyed and turned around, giving me a good look at her ass. A moan escaped me and Sophie whipped around.
"You okay?" I nodded my head, unable to talk without letting go of another moan. I was slightly better than okay.
"Well I better get going." She said to me.
I forgot about her date! Damn it. I didn't want her to leave. I had to make her stay. I needed to claim her before Cam did.
I stood up from the bed and walked toward her. As I came closer she lifted her eyes to meet mine but all I could see were those juicy, red lips of hers. So beautiful, It was mouth watering. I stopped in front of her and cupped her cheek and-----
"Sir. You need to get out of the cab." the taxi driver said annoyingly.
I sighed. Right at the best part.
I paid the taxi driver and got out of the cab. I was finally in Boston. I traveled half way across the country for her. I was going to find her. It was my duty to. since I was the one that did this. Who made the mistake.
The one that made her run away from home.
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Beginning of the book I'm writing. Available on Wattpad. Will be in the Bookstore soon.