Emily's POV
My dad never wanted a daughter. He always wanted a son who could take over and expand his business. My brother was the firstborn and mom used to tell that after his birth dad was happier with her even more than before. They were a small happy family.
Until I was born.
After four years of his birth, I was born. Mom and dad expected it to be a boy so they were not very happy when I ruined their expectations and dived into this world.
I never got the love of a dad. Of course he was there with us all along but he never really loved me like a dad does. Money was never a problem because he was a successful businessman so he paid my expenses and fulfilled all my necessary needs, apart from loving me of course. He always preferred my brother over me.
My mom used to love me. Well I guess she did. But of course my brother was the apple of her eye as well. And I was always that little girl who they never wanted. But I was never ever jealous of him.
My brother never ever made me feel unloved. He was the perfect example of a brother. He was everything I needed. He was a brother, a father, a best friend and sometimes even a mother to me.
Everything was going on well until the day came when he betrayed me and my world crumbled down, shattering my heart into a million pieces and destroying my soul beyond repair.
3 years earlier...
"Oh, dang it! It's raining again," I whispered to myself as I came out from my last class of the day. I couldn't walk home like this. If I did Chris was probably going to kill me this time. He had told me hundreds of times to call him to pick me up if it was raining or if the weather was not good.
"I think I should probably call him," I sighed as I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed his number.
C'mon man pick up your damn phone up!
And as usual he picked up at the last bell "Hello, Chris?" I said as soon as he picked up.
"Mhm?" he moaned in a raspy voice.
"YOU'RE STILL SLEEPING?!" I yelled in an attempt to make his ears bleed.
"Yes sissy! What is your problem?" he spoke nonchalantly as if sleeping till 2 in the afternoon wasn't a big deal at all.
"It's raining again," I huffed in an annoyed voice.
"Yeah okay, so wha—oh okay, I'll be there in 10," and with that he ended the call and I smiled to myself.
Oh boy what would I do without him?
True to his words, right after 10 minutes he was here.
"Yo, bro," I said while sitting in the car.
"Hey Em, how was your day?"
"Boring as usual, sorry for waking you up but I had no option, it's raining like hell."
"Nah, it's nothing, never hesitate to ask me anything, okay?"
"Aye aye, Captain."
He chuckled as we drove off back to our place.
But little did we know how I would never be able to ask him anything again.
When we were two blocks away from our house suddenly Chris spoke up "Hey, Em? Wanna eat ice-cream?"
"Can I ever say no?" I squealed at the thought of eating ice-cream in such a good weather.
Chris chuckled at my childish behavior but took the route to the ice-cream parlor nonetheless.
When Chris was turning the car to left in a blink of an eye a Toyota truck emerged out of nowhere. Chris tried turning the car to the other side of the road but in vain. It was too late now.
That's when a huge truck rammed into the driver's side. Our little car rolled over several times, breaking glasses and inflating the safety bag. Chris' head made contact with the cement ground not a moment later. Blood pouring out of his noggin.
My body jerked to the dashboard, my forehead colliding with the window.
Steam rose from the back, the smell was too intense for words. I tried to take off my seat belt to help Chris, who was in much more pain than I was, but I was unsuccessful. The windows were smashed, the truck doing more damage than ever.
Shaking myself to regain my consciousness I yelled "Chris, wake up!" my words turned out shaky.
"Em, y-you okay?" Chris managed to get these words out.
"I'm fine but yo—"
That was when it hit me "Oh my God" I whispered
"Chris you're bleeding so bad please come on let's get out of this car," I quivered as I took my seat belt off.
"It's too late now," he sighed and closed his eyes.
"N-no it's not we just have to get you to the h-hospital."
Chris gave me sad smile and said
"Em, I know it's gonna be hard for you to get through this but you have to. You have to be strong enough to cope with this alone, okay?" his words, made my eyes watery but I refused to break down.
"W-what do you m-mean?" I rubbed my eyes to brush the tears away. I needed to be strong enough to help him out of this.
"I have to go Em," he whispered "No, p-please don't le-eave me, Chris, please d-don't say thi—" I couldn't help myself and before I knew tears were running down my cheeks like a waterfall.
"Shhhh, you'll get through this, I believe in you," the last words he ever spoke.
"Please don't leave me alone," I whispered to no one.