letters to you

fourteenth letter back.

fourteenth letter back.

dear jules,

fuck.

okay i think it's my turn for story time.

once, my older sister, ivy, [you can know her name since, well, you already know who i am.] anyways. ivy decided that my head deserved to be beaten with a wooden spoon.

okay,
okay,
i know that's not that bad, especially considering what you've been through.
but,
ivy's like,
the only person i got.
have, not got, sorry.
god, i say sorry to you more than i do any other person and i don't even know who you are.

you see, ivy's seven years older than me, and when we were younger she basically raised me.
i mean my mom died when i was three and my dad likes his bottle of scotch more than me,
so i stuck with ivy.

she never hurt me before that.

i was an annoying kid.
i would've slapped me upside the head all the time.
but she didn't.
until she did.

after that, for about a year, she subtlety smack me around.
my dad once yelled at me for being such a pussy, because i usually cried each time.
yeah, you heard right;
i, lane warner, cried myself to sleep occasionally because my big sister slapped me a few times.

she was around fourteen at the time, and i was seven.

i live with ivy now.
she's married.
she doesn't hit me anymore.
she's normal.

god i wish i knew how she achieved that.
the normal part, not the others.

-lane, who doesn't cry anymore, for the record.

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DID ANYONE ELSE FEEL IT WAS TIME FOR A LANE STORY TIME OR WAS IT JUST ME?

guys i about cried at the number of reads and comments on the last chapter, thank you sooooo much i appreciate so so so much you don't even know,
and FIFTY THOUSAND READS OH MY GOODNESS HOLY THANK YOU

i love you guys so much, and i hope you have sweet dreams tonight and i hope you liked the bit longer letter!