Chapter 10: The Confession Part1

🏡" At Summer's House "🏡

👻" Ryan's POV "👻

Summer turns off her car and everyone gets out. Well except me I sit in the car still trying to prepare myself to say what I'm fixing to say. My door opens and see Blake's face come into my view after he crouches down.

"Are you okay?", he asks and I sigh with a nod. Tears start to fill my eyes and I guess he noticed cause, he cupped both my cheeks and made sure I was looking at him.

"Babe listen, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you don't wanna tell us that's perfectly fine it's your business, we can just hang out with each other. If you do wanna tell us that's perfectly fine too.", he says and I nod with a sigh of defeat.

"I-I don't really have a choice in the matter.", I tell him and he gives a look of confusion

"You guys are gonna either hate me or think of me differently after I tell you guys so, I might as well get it over with. I don't wanna have friends that hate me or think differently of my situation, I'll still be me but you guys would actually know my situation instead of not knowing.", I tell him and he still looks at me confused.

"I tell you when we get inside and I get into some more comfy clothes.", I tell him and he nods.

"Okay let's go.", he says. I get out of the car and we both walk inside.

"Summer can I barrow a pair of comfy clothes please?", I ask

"Yeah sure, you know where my room is.", she says and I walk up the stairs and into her room.

I grab a black hoodie and since she still didn't have any sweats I grabbed a pair of her jammie shorts. I grabbed the longest pair she had and that was a pair that barely reached my mid thigh. I sigh and walk back downstairs and into the livingroom where everyone was sitting down and chatting quietly.

"I'm back.", I tell them and sit down in front of them.

"You guys are gonna wanna get comfy, this is gonna be a long story.", I tell them and they nod and get comfy.

"S-so I g-guess I'll start from the beginning.", I tell them and take a deep breath.

"Well as you already now know that I had a sister. Her name was Zoey. She was 9 month older than me but we pretty much liked exactly the same, the only difference was she had a little less freckles than me.", I tell them laughing at the last part then I sigh.

"What kinda person laughs at something like that?", I ask more to myself than anyone.

"Anyways, I guess you could say that we were practically twins. We were always doing things together.", I tell them smiling at the happy memories I have

"My parents were loving and happy. They always loved us, they made sure we were happy, they basically spoiled us even though we weren't the richest family out.", I tell them and frown.

"One day when me and my sister were 7, we were playing with the new kick ball that our parents had just got us.", I say a tear rolling down my cheek as I remember exactly what happened that day.

"I went to kick the ball back to Zoey and i kicked the ball a little to hard which caused it to roll into the middle of the road.", I tell them now many tears rolling down my cheeks and i wipe them away.

"I told her I was gonna get the ball but she told me she'd get it. She looked both way and nobody was coming so she went and grabbed the ball.", I tell them sniffling a little and wiping away more tears.

"When she went out to get the ball some drunk fucking idiot sped around the corner. I tried to warn her to move but I was to late. The driver ran her over and just kept speeding down the road. My parents called the ambulance told them that they're coming with Zoey and she needed immediate help.", I tell them as many more tears roll down my cheeks.

"She had to go into surgery cause she had a few broken ribs and one punctured a vital organ causing her to have internal bleeding. She was announced dead during surgery.", I tell them on the verge of full crying.

"If I had just not fucking kick the ball so hard maybe she'd still be here. Maybe I had just fucking went out to get the fucking ball like I was going to in the first place she'd probably still be here.", I tell them

"It's all my fault. It's my fault that she fucking died.", I tell them scratching at my leg.

"The worse part about this whole situation is that, I'm not that upset that she died and I didn't. If she had died she probably be going through what I'm going through right now, but then again, my parents never really loved me as much as they did her.", I tell them I had to take a few deep breaths and when that didn't work I get up.

"I need to take a break.", I tell them walking out of the house and on to the porch. sat down on the outside porch swing bench thing and started to swing back and forth slowly, I close my eyes and just take deep breaths to calm me down. I felt someone's presents but when I opened my eyes I didn't see anyone. I felt the same comforting coldness as I always do when I'm at the Cemetery visiting my sister. I just sat there swinging back and forth slowly feeling the comforting coldness and in deep thought.

I don't wanna tell them but I have to. I have to for their sake, so they know why I'm trying to keep them at an arms length distance, so they know why I'm trying to protect them not only my parents but also from myself.

I stand up and walk slowly back inside. I close the door quietly and walk into the kitchen. I grab a cup and turn on the faucet so I can have some cold water.

I get the water, chug it down and walk back into the living room after refilling the cup.

"Okay, I think I'm ready to tell you the rest of this story.", I tell them and they nod as I sit back down in front of them