Jonathan POV
"Little Bro?" I ask and she smiles.

"I see mom hasn't told you yet. Oh well, I can wait a few more years." She said, letting go of me.

"Wait, she's told me little about a sister I had. That's you?"

"I don't want to explain things mom should explain. I'll let you know when I see you." She started walking to the exit.

"But I want to know now! What are you hiding?" I grabbed her arm.

"I've known how to 'hunt' for years, I've known I had a brother even though I didn't know what he sounded like, I knew where he lived, where he moved, and when Dad's coming to see you. Ain't nothing to hide. Now," she removed my arm. "I'm gonna let things take its natural course." She walked out the door. I groaned and sat down with Luke.

"Where's your food?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Not hungry." I said and he frowned. He grabbed a banana and handed it to me. "Thanks, Luke." I said and was peeling the banana,

"Ha! Jon's eating a banana! Bet he thinks it's a dick!" Marcel yelled across the room. I dropped the fruit and held my arms, crying.

"Don't listen to them-"

"How?! They're right across the fucking room!" I stood and exited the cafeteria. I walked to my locker and grabbed my stuff, walking out of school.

~Time Skip~

I got home and my mom was asleep on the couch. She was wearing a white gown and her hair was spread across the pillow.

"Mom?" I ask and she jumps, waking up.

"Jon? What're you doing home?" She looked at me as I sat down.

"Looked sick, so they sent me home." I lied and she nodded. "Why don't you go up stairs and rest then?" She said and I nodded. I walked up the steps and threw my stuff in my closet. I jumped on my bed and shut my eyes, trying to sleep.

'Hello, Jonny boy.'

My eyes shot open and I looked around, the voice sounded a little like my dad.

"Who's there?"

'Me, Jon. You know who I am.'

"What do you want dad?"

'Oh, it's not really me Jon. But it seems I've gotten to your head. Your mom looked sweet, didn't she?'

"You asshole. Leave her alone."

'No language like that. And I can't do that.'

My hands started to shake and my legs seemed a little wobbly.

'Go down stairs.'

"Make me."

'As you insist.'

I started walking downstairs and I tried grabbing the railing but it didn't work. I walked to the kitchen when I was able to grab a wall. 'Let go.'

"Bite me."

My hand had red marks on it and it started to sting and bleed. "Fuck!" I yelled as I let go.

'Never, disobey me, boy.'

My bloody hand reached for a knife that was on a towel, drying off. I walked to the drawer and grabbed a knife sharpener and started sharpening. "What are you planning to do?" I asked as I tried restraining from him.

'Your mother needs a bit of...revenge.'

"No!" I struggled so much that he dropped the sharpener and started walking to my mom. "Please! Don't!" He kept walking and held the knife up. He walked to her side and I closed my eyes. I heard it sink and her scream.

"JONATHAN?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP!!" She begged as I felt warm lights splash on my clothes and my arms. I felt her grab my arm but then let go and her body go limb. I dropped the knife and saw he lost control of me.

'I'm not sorry..'

"What have you done?!" I yelled as I opened my eyes and held my mom.

"Mom?! Mom!!!" I shook her and shook her but she just lay there, with faint breathing.

"Jon..?" She breathed, I looked at her.

"Mom! I'm so sorry!" I cried

"How...could you..?" She coughed.

"I'm sorry mom! Please...forgive me..it was dad!" I begged her. She grabbed my hand.

"I love you...so much..I-" her head fell limp and her eyes rolled.

"Mom?! Mom no!" I grabbed her and dragged her on my lap. I rocked her back and forth. The door slammed open and someone pulled me away from her. Kota..

"C'mon!" She yelled as she stood me up and ran me to my room, packing most of my clothes on my backpack.

"We can't just leave her here.." I looked out my door.

She grabbed my shoulders, "She's gone now Jon. It's not your fault, it's dad. He got to me too. But we can't stay here. He'll find you." She grabbed my pack and led me downstairs. Once we were in the living room, she heard sirens.

"Shit! Hop the fence!" She brought me to the back of my house but I paused.

"What're you doing?" She asked and I grabbed the bloody knife.

"I-I just want to keep this." I said and she nodded. We ran out the door and hoped the fence, hopping more as we ran down the streets and walked where there were cops driving by. It was nightfall and we are sitting in a park.

"What do we do now? I'm a criminal." I hugged my knees. She sighed and sat next to me.

"You're not the only criminal." She admitted. "I killed my foster parents."

I looked at her but looked back down. "But I killed the person who gave me the world. She loved me."

"Well, she's gone. I still love you and maybe one day, someone will love you more than I do." She smiled and I shrugged.

"I'm trenched in blood." I look at my clothes and frown.

"It's okay, a blue skittle threw up on me." She joked and I laughed.

"Where will we go?" I ask and she shakes her head, laughing.

"You ask to many questions. We'll know when we get there. Now c'mon, get some sleep." She lauded on the grass and soon drifted to sleep. I latex down and watched the sky, waiting for something but nothing. I closed my eyes and kept thinking about those 3 words

I'm not sorry..