Two Weeks Before Losing It
From: Dante Reid
To: Delilah Hardy
Lilah,
You wrote me all that ten minutes after I sent my email off to you. You must type a mile a minute now. Sorry I’m not responding faster. Missions here are in full swing lately. I’ve been going out at night and then sleeping all day. We only have a few computers, and people wait in line to use them. Tell the families I say hi, and when they bitch about me only emailing you, tell them you’re the one who writes me most.
I hope you’re doing well. The last time I heard from your brothers, they said you were named valedictorian. Those fuckers are so proud of you, even if they don’t tell you. I know their asses are probably drinking away their lives in college. And probably TikToking or some shit. I don’t get any social media here, so I don’t know what’s going on. Either way, take it from me, you’re the best baby sister they could have.
Your sister has been writing me while she’s in juvie. It’s going to be alright for her. Time in juvie will get the drugs out of her system. She’s strong like you. You’re twins after all.
Come to think of it, you always had a little bit more fight in you. Remember the time you crashed your bike on the way down that massive hill? What the hell were you trying to prove again? We all knew that bike had no brakes. Your brothers probably set you up to get in trouble since they were always complaining you were too well-behaved for your own good. Damn, I was scared when I saw that car swerve and knew you couldn’t brake. But you didn’t cry when I carried you the whole way home. Makes you stronger than Izzy. Her ass would have been bawling.
Anyway, I don’t type as fast as you. I’m getting hounded to get the fuck off here.
Tell everyone I love them, except that asshole brother of yours. You wondering which one of the four, aren’t you? It’s because every single one of them is an ass.
See you soon, Lilah.
Remember to breathe to seven, huh?
Dante
From: Delilah Hardy
To: Dante Reid
Dante,
Well, now I’m taking it as a challenge to write you back quickly. I can’t sleep anyway. My Last final is tomorrow, then I’m freaking DONE with my senior year. And did I tell you I finally made my decision? UCLA it is.
It’s far, and my mom is mad, but it feels right. I’m supposed to spread my wings and do something with my life, right? Why not fly across the country and do it myself? You’re never in one place long. :-P
Things are still weird with Izzy gone. It’s calmer, sure, but I miss her. And I feel her pain. I know it sounds dumb, but I do. She’s struggling, but I know she’ll get through it. She just needs our support. Mom and Dad telling her that I’m doing so well isn’t helping, and my brothers are all gone, along with you. She was too close to you all, maybe, and fell into the wrong crowd after you guys graduated, since we were stuck still in high school. She needs people when I don’t. So, I’m happy she can write you sometimes while she’s in there.
Anyway, weird that you don’t have any social media… or maybe better. I can’t be on it much with studying anyway.
That bike should have had brakes and I’ll never forgive my brothers for that.
Get home soon!
I took seven breaths today and still miss you,
Lilah
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Losing It
Delilah
“What the ever-loving fuck, Delilah Hardy?”
I winced when he used my full name in that tone but technically his dick was already all the way in. So, officially, I wasn’t a virgin anymore, even if he decided to stop now.
“Just keep going.” I wiggled, trying to adjust to the pain. I told myself I wouldn’t gasp, but I’d ended up yelping when he’d thrust in. I mean, he was huge. Dante had been about two times the size of me when he’d moved in down the street ten years ago. I’d been eight and he’d been thirteen. Now, he was twenty-three and had grown to maybe even triple my size.