Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
The week went by quite fast and on Saturday, the guys were at my house having brunch. Since there were little snacks left thanks to Marvin and Abby, Bruce and I went out to pick up some snacks from the store. 
                          
"So, brother? How do you feel?" Bruce asked me as we searched the store for snacks.
                          
"I don't know. I honestly don't know how to feel. They had a son, my brother, and she drugged me so that I could forget him," my voice began to crack. "I don't... I don't know how to feel." Bruce came and hugged me.
                          
"It will be fine. They must have their reasons," Bruce comforted me.
                          
"That's the thing, I don't understand their reasons. I just want to hit pause on the world for a minute." Bruce pulled away from the hug and rubbed his chin.
                          
"Sorry, I don't think that could work. I could call Doctor Stanger, he could help," Bruce said. I hit his arm and wiped my tears, causing him to drop some sodas. I picked them up, paid for the snacks and we headed home. 
                          
  Just when I was about to open the door, someone called my name. I turned and saw Dylan walking past my house. He was sweaty, probably for a jog.
                          
"Hey, Dylan. How are you?" I walked down from the porch. 
                          
"I'm good. How are you? You look like you've been crying, are you okay?" He asked removing his earphones and took a few steps closer to me. 
                          
"Oh, tears of joy. Thanks to this boy," I pointed to Bruce. 
                          
"Bruce, this is Dylan. He helped me on Monday with some drunks. Dylan, this is Bruce, my best friend," I introduced them. Dylan waved to Bruce. I waved Dylan good bye and we entered the house. 
                          
  "We should do this more often. Crush someone's place for the weekend, it would be fun," Mike said as he threw a chip in his mouth.
                          
"Yeah, would be nice. Wait, are you saying that you guys are staying here? This weekend?" I asked them. Harvey nodded.
                          
"Yes, looks like it. Plus, you need our support," he smiled and I could help but smile back.
                          
"Thanks guys. You are the best friends anyone could ever ask for." 
                          
  We spent the weekend lounging and trying to figure out how to find Dexton. Everyone left on Sunday to prepare for the week, even Marvin. Mike missed him, so I told him I'd be fine alone. I took a walk to the park that afternoon, and found Drew playing soccer with his friends.
                          
"Why did you come, go back and play with them," I shooed him. Drew was running towards me.
                          
"I'm done. Plus, I wanted to see you. I thought you needed some time to figure things out," Drew said. 
                          
I walked to the benches that had a nice view of the large park. There was everything here, four swing sets, monkey bars, a really large tree, and just ahead was the forest. Mum's story came back to me and I had to look way. I turned back to Drew who was taking some water.
                          
"Well, no better place to be than here," I smiled. He stands up and picks up his backpack and pulls out a dry, clean shirt.
                          
"Are you going to go shirtless here? In the park, with all these girls watching?" I pointed to three different sets of girls looking our way. 
 He shrugged, "I don't care, do you?" I shook my head but when he removed his shirt, I turned the other way.
                          
"I thought you said you didn't mind," he laughed.
                          
"I did say that, but I didn't say that I want to look at you shirtless." After he had a clean shirt on, we walked to my favorite place to be, deep inside the forest. Which I was beginning to second think.