And that's how it ended. I didn't know why I reacted like that but something just clicked in my head, telling me I would be better out of here, for real. It was the last time I saw him, in real. He became famous, I would often see him in the random celebrities magazine, everytime with a different girl.. Breaking my heart everytime.
I remember that day, I was in panick, I really couldn't think straight. I just went back to my dorm and packed everything. I was just too weak to continue like this. I was traumatized and I should have asked for help, but something was stopping me, I just had to had to find myself alone for a moment. I didn't want to make any drama or anything.

I remember how hard it was for me to go my own way. I loved him for sure, more than anything. I just couldn't stand the pressure, the fear I was living constantly knowing he could be around and show up whenever he wanted. I had never felt so great and worse in my life, all in the same time. I still regret it, leaving him so rudly without even leaving a decent letter. I just couldn't think straight anymore, like I said before. It was hard, but I knew it was going to be better for me.

I remember being in the bus, direction home and receiving tons of phone calls and text messages from him. It took about 6 hours of bus and I was home. I knew Brian and Suzy weren't going to be home hopefully. As soon as I opened the door, I had the huge feeling to cry, thinking I was leaving everthing behind, all the memories, happy moments that happened, my first time with Brian..

I took all the essential, more clothes, money, some food to help me through the first days. I left a little note to make them secure, to not worry them about me. I knew they were going to be but I just wanted at least that they weren't going to call the police.

I remember going into Brian's room, I laid onto the bed and cried everything I had inside. I smelled his sheet, that sweet smell I was never going to smell again. I opened his closet door and took one of his shirt, his favorite shirt, a metallica one. One that I used to wear as a pyjama and Brian would always get mad at me cause it was his shirt. I smiled to that thought, but instantly felt weaker. If I stayed in that room any longer I knew I could leave anymore. I hurried going downstairs as I was going to leave definitely the house, I looked the couch. All I could see was Brian and I fighting just like normal brother and sister used to do. I wiped my tears and sighed. I closed the door with pain in my heart. I took the bus and just escape, I didn't know where yet, but I knew I had to run away.

Notes

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it, I will start the sequel as soon as I can xx