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Kira,
I’m writing this for you. So that when people talk to you about your older brother, and they tell you the stories of the things I’ve done, you can understand why. I haven’t exactly made the best choices with my life, especially when I was in high school. I felt like you were so young then, but if I had ever taken the time to truly talk to you I would have understood how mature you were for your age. You were only a seventh grader, Kira, and I wasn’t thinking about anyone but myself. I asked Carrie to help me with this, so here’s the story from both of our points of view.

Chapter 1:
I was a sophomore. Matthew and I had been best friends since we were babies. He was like your second older brother.
You have to understand, I didn’t care about anyone when I was 15 except for Matthew. He was the brother I never had. You don’t remember much about when Dad left us, but I do. And living in a house with 4 women- I had to get out sometimes. Matthew was the only one who saw me during times like that: vulnerable, with my guard down. I followed in our father’s footsteps; I was the kind of boy who broke hearts for fun.
By then, I’d dated countless girls, thrown around the L word just as many times, and dumped them once someone better came along. It was mid November, and I was dating a girl named Lauren. She was just another one of those girls, someone to have fun with and mess around with. I never brought her home to meet you- my relationships weren’t like that.
Matthew didn’t date girls very often. He was sensitive, caring, and would never use a girl. Even though he would never say it to my face, I could tell that he was disgusted by the way I played with girls hearts. His girlfriend of 4 months had broken up with him a few weeks ago, and he was still really torn up about it. I may not seem like the kind of guy to comfort anyone, but you know I had a soft spot for that kid. We’d catch a ride with some junior down to the lake, and spend hours out there sitting on the dock skipping rocks. It was my special place, a broken down dock where Dad used to take me when things were still good between him and mom.
Matthew was the only person I showed it to. Not even you, Kira. Remember, Courtney was 10 when Dad left, but he didn’t take her there either. He showed it to me on my 6th birthday, and every month we’d go out to the dock at least once, until my 8th birthday, when I woke up and he was gone.
Anyways, we’d go out there and I’d try to talk some sense into him- tell him that there’d be other girls, other times, other places. But Matthew just couldn’t get over it. He was convinced that she was the love of his life.
I’d get some of Lauren’s friends and I’d convince Matt to come to the movies with us. But I could always tell that he wanted to be anywhere but there. I finally realized that he needed time to heal, to get over her. And that’s what I tried to give him.

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Chapter 2

Now Kira, you know your brother broke hearts. I wasn’t the prettiest girl at school, or the loudest or richest. I was real book smart, and I’d known Kyle since we were in 7th grade. But he never gave me a second glance. I was just a Texas girl with a twangy accent who was real far from home. I missed Texas a ton, and all the girls looked down on me for my accent and the fact that my family wasn’t so rich.
Now your brother only talked to the popular crowd of girls, the ones with fake blond hair, designer labels, and size 0 jeans. I had the blue eyes and blonde hair all those girls paid money for, but there was where the similarities ended.
I was a real thinker, still am. Everything with me was about the meaning of life, all those kind of deep thoughts.
Matthew was much more my type of guy than Kyle: real grounded, a sweetie, a guy with lots of thoughts who wasn’t afraid to talk about them. He was in my English and math classes, and we got around to talking a couple times. Matthew was a real smart boy when it came to classes. He told me about this girl, Hilary. He thought he loved her, more importantly, he though she loved him. But she cheated on him, and he couldn’t get over her.
I felt real bad for the boy, and Kyle didn’t seem to be helping him much. Your brother, he was always a good guy, I just didn’t see it at first. He made sure to include Matthew with him no matter what he did; it just wasn’t always anything Matthew was too keen on doing. And, you see, your brother had a lot of dates. So me and Matthew took to hanging out on those days Kyle was out with Lauren.
Sure, I knew Lauren. She was the one girl who made middle school hell for me. She spread rumors about why I moved out here, from Texas to California. I became a social leper, the girl with the funny accent who got kicked out of her old school. I went back to an empty house every day in tears.
She was a pretty girl, the one everyone wanted to be. From what I thought of Kyle then, they seemed perfect for each other.
Me and Matthew used to hang out every weekend, either Friday or Saturday. I understood that we could only hang out when Kyle wasn’t around. I was just happy to have someone to talk to. Neither of us had our drivers licenses, but that didn’t make a difference to Matthew. We’d take my brothers beat up jeep out and drive the half hour to the beach. We’d sit on the hood of the car, talking about life and laughing real hard. Once it got warm, we’d walk around in the sand or wade through the water, watching all the carefree kids and their put together families.
I fell real hard for Matthew, you see. He was so preoccupied with thinking about Hilary, he didn’t even notice.
But I didn’t know Matthew near as well as I thought I did.

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Chapter 3
KYLE

Matthew, he was a real nice guy. But he got mixed up in some bad stuff that year. When everything happened with Hilary, no matter how hard I tried, he just couldn’t get over himself. Things turned real bad, and he turned to drugs to get him out of the worst stuff. He started out with pot, and in the end, it was meth.
I didn’t find out that he was using until December. It was Christmas time again, and Franny came home from school one day asking me where her Papa was and if he was ever coming home. I almost broke down right then and there.
I went down to the lake, to my dock, trying to pull myself together. I found Matthew there, fighting with a big guy I had never seen before. He was from the city, and he was yelling at Matthew pretty hard.
“Matthew? What’s going on?” I whispered.
“Get out of here Kyle,” He told me, in the most forceful voice I ever heard him use.
“Your friend here has some unpaid debts to me,” the stranger said.
“What is he talking about Matt?”
Matt stared at his feet, while the thug snickered and glanced from him to me.
“He owes me 200 for the last supply of pot I gave him. And now he’s back asking for more.”
I glanced at Matt in disbelief. I mean, I had tried the stuff before, but I didn’t think Matt would ever get involved in that.
“If one of you doesn’t pay up sometime soon, I’m going to have to get serious.”
“I’ve got it covered.” I pulled out my wallet, counting out the two hundred dollars that was supposed to go to you and Franny’s presents from Santa.
I turned on my heel, away from Matthew, away from everything, and I didn’t even glance back.
That’s when things started to fall apart, but I didn’t know it at the time.

Chapter 4
Now Matthew and Kyle stopped hanging out a little into sophomore year. Matt would never talk about it to me, but it tore him up inside. He tried apologizing to Kyle for whatever he did, but Kyle wouldn’t hear it. The Fridays and Saturdays Matthew and I used to hang out on became almost every night. The circles under his eyes got bigger, he got skinnier, and he started to scare me.
He’d taken to shaking whenever he was sitting down, calling me almost every night, and sitting with me at lunch. It got real hard for me to be friends with anyone else. He was so needy, always questioning me if I talked to another guy or even smiled at one of the popular kids.
I was so in love with the person he used to be I guess I ignored all of the signs. He started working part time at a hard ware store in town. He’d work like crazy for a week or two, take a trip into the city, and then take a break for a few weeks. If nothing else told me, that should’ve made me catch on.
But I looked into those puppy dog eyes, and everything would be okay again. My brother started to notice my withdrawal from the world, and he warned me about hanging out with Matthew so much.
Me and Matthew started dating in February. We’d go to the drive in and hold hands, and drive to the beach like we always used to. The beach was the only time he seemed like the boy he used to be, so we started spending more and more time there.
He kissed me for the first time on the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. We’d decided to take the day and go there. During the day we rode every ride in that place, holding each others sticky cotton candy hands. Once it got dark, we walked out to the beach, holding hands, walking into the sunset, all that romantic stuff. The lights of the boardwalk, the excitement, the adrenaline, I guess it gave me the nerve. I whispered his name, stood on my tip toes, and kissed him.
Matt was my first kiss. From that day on, we were inseparable. He’d walk me to school, to every class, and back home. I was so in love, it didn’t matter at first. We were in such bliss, not afraid of who saw us kissing or holding hands. I didn’t feel like the weird Texas girl with him, I just felt like Carrie. It was real good. He’d buy me flowers, he brought me home to his family, he’d listen to everything I had to say.
Matt told me pretty much everything. But if I ever brought up your brother, he’d shut inside himself real fast. It became the one unspoken thing between us, never talk about Kyle. If we saw him in the halls, I’d grab Matthew’s hand real tight and let him squeeze on until Kyle walked by.
I was always curious about what happened between the two of those boys that separated them, because I knew it had to be something bad. I always figured it was something that Kyle had done stupid, the thought never occurred to me that it could be Matt’s fault.

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Chapter 5
KYLE
After everything with me and Matthew, it was hard to find people to hang out with. Lauren and I broke up, because I was a lot less interested in making out and going to meaningless parties than I used to be. I wanted something with substance, something to hold on to through all of this time.
I concentrated a lot more on school, and I started moving into advanced classes. That was where I met Vanessa.
She was a real smart girl, pretty too. Vanessa wasn’t usually the type of girl I would go for. She was quiet, real thoughtful, and pretty in a subtle way I wouldn’t usually notice. She had long, curly brown hair that fell in ringlets down her back. She had big brown eyes that could get me to do anything for her.
I asked her on a date after a month of admiring her from afar. She smiled that shy smile of hers, and nodded.
I took her out to dinner, a nicer place than I would usually go. We could talk real well, something I never did with Lauren. She was a smart girl, mainly book wise. I told her about our family, about what happened with our dad and about you. She was the only person besides Matt I really opened up to.
Vanessa and I started getting really close, and I opened my heart to someone again. I let her in, and she let me in too.
We started sitting together in classes, which was a big step for me. The kinds of girls and guys I used to hang out with started to look at me with nothing but scorn. But all that I cared about was Vanessa and being with her.
Holding Vanessa’s hand was the place that I felt happiest. Once I figured this out, I knew what I had to do. So I brought her home to meet you, Kira, to meet you, mom and Franny.
I remember that night so clearly. Kira, you hated Vanessa. You wouldn’t talk to her, and Franny does whatever you do. Mama tried so hard to be nice to Vanessa and to make you two also, but there was nothing she could do.
Vanessa was really upset. She didn’t understand why you guys didn’t like her, and she wanted me to make you. It was something I just couldn’t do.
Vanessa and I were going steady, and we were almost inseparable. I learned so much about her that I didn’t know about almost anyone else. She told me about her sister who had killed herself, her family problems, and why she didn’t usually try to let anyone in. I felt so close to her, it was like she could’ve been my other half. She understood everything I explained about Matt, and no matter all the bad things I had done, she loved me all the same. I only wanted to be in her arms, all the time.
I truly loved Vanessa. I never told her that, in fact, I’ve never even admitted it to myself. She was the girl I completely trusted with my heart.
Then she went and broke it.

Chapter 6
CARRIE
The signs became hard to ignore. Matthew started avoiding me, spending less and less time with me. His eyes yellowed, his pupils grew larger, every sign of addiction. In a way, he became addicted to me along with his drugs. I couldn’t even look at another boy without him snapping. He followed me around everywhere, if I couldn’t hang out with him he’d follow me home to make sure I wasn’t doing something else. The few girlfriends I had thought I was crazy and stopped hanging out with me.
I was miserable. But I thought I loved Matt. I knew about the drug usage, deep down inside, but I hadn’t really admitted it to myself yet. I started talking to your brother a little more in my classes, because we were assigned to work together on an English project. He made me laugh, and he had changed a lot since he started dating Vanessa. But talking to Kyle was what made me realize what was going on with Matthew.
One day, I made the mistake of walking out of English with Kyle and Vanessa. We were laughing, talking, just having fun, when I saw Matt glowering in the corner of the hallway. I looked nervously at Kyle and Vanessa, shrugged sheepishly, and walked over towards Matt.
“What were you doing talking to Kyle?”
“We had to work on a project together, Matt, I told you,” I sighed. I was getting sick of his jealousy. I only had eyes for him.
“You know Kyle and I don’t get along, Carrie. You could’ve asked your teacher for a different partner or something.”
“And what would I have said, Matt? I’m sorry, I can’t work with Kyle because my boyfriend hates him… Yeah, that would’ve gone over well.” It was our first big fight, and I was angry. ”What even happened with you and Kyle? He’s a good person!”
“A good person? Sure! But he just can’t keep his mouth shut about anything. He left me when I needed him!”
Something dawned on me in that moment.
“Matt..” I whispered, “What did you do? What made Kyle stop hanging out with you?” Up until that point, I had thought it was Matt’s choice not to hang out with Kyle.
“Nothing, Carrie,” Matt slammed his locker shut and walked away.
I could tell there was more to the story, and I was determined to find out what. Kyle wouldn’t have stopped being friends with Matt for no reason, and I figured as Matt’s girlfriend, I had a right to find out.