Page 44 of This Blood That Breaks Us (This Blood That Binds Us, #3)

Dear Luke,

I’m kinda pissed at you. Why did you leave us here alone? Why didn’t you tell me this is how bad you felt? How did you stand it? I don’t get it.

You’re the one person who was supposed to show up for me. I keep hoping you’ll pop up at my window and take me with you. I could have come along. Maybe I could have helped you somehow and you wouldn’t be so sad.

I’m angry. I didn’t think I could get angry. But that has to be what this feeling is. Aaron is annoying. Kimberly is distracted, and there’s nothing to do here other than sit around and be sad all the time.

I’m mad at everyone, but especially you. Because you should have told me. Isn’t that what brothers do? Help each other through their pain? You taught me that and still chose to keep these secrets to yourself. I expect that from Zach, but not from you. Did you think I couldn’t handle it? Do you think I’m the younger brother who can do nothing right? You’re never going to answer me, and you’re never going to get this stupid letter.

This pain in my chest keeps getting worse. Who is helping you? Do you have anyone there to make you laugh or distract you from your panic attacks? I would have been good at that I think.

I know you’re both not okay. How the hell am I supposed to stay here knowing that?

P.S. Is Zach okay? Tell him I get why he punched walls back at the house now.

Love you forever,

Presley