Letters To My Deceased Brother

Dear Asswipe,

Guess what! Mom finally started dating. He is alright, tall and seems nice. She wants us to eat dinner with him and then go to the theatre. Which in my book is weird as fuck. Plus mom didn’t even let me wear what I wanted to wear, so I look like a damn child.

Ok, so I couldn’t finish the letter before we left but, this guy is fucking weird. I don’t know what it was. He just made me so uncomfortable and mom kept acting like everything was ok. He kept rubbing his hand against mine and asking if I had a boyfriend. Of course, me being me, I was like “duh I have like 3.” Then he gave me this look like one that some creep would do to the girls he kidnapped or some shit.

Anyways mom seems to really like this damn guy. I stopped writing last night because mom wanted to talk. It has been a week since I started this damn letter and I never know what to tell you. She is always asking me how I feel about this guy. I don’t know if I should tell her the truth or not. Like yesterday, he messaged me at like 11 to see what I was doing. What if mom starts thinking that I am trying to steal her man. That is literally absurd, the guy is like twice my age.

Ok bye

Dear Asswipe,

Ok so apparently I suck at writing letters because this one is as bad as the first one. Ok so update on the guy, he proposed to mom. It has been a month since she introduced me to him. Mom said she has known him for a really long time, but she never brought up this guy. You know mom always talks about people she knows, especially since she is a total gossip. Anyways she had the audacity to say yes! Like are you fucking kidding me. Ok I can’t fucking handle this anymore, the guy is an actual fucking freak. Apparently I am a horrible child. Mom has completely disowned me, she believes that I am the one flirting with her “man”. Their wedding is in like 6 months! So to catch your ass up, mom walked in on him pinning me to the closet door. Yeah you read that right I was pinned to the door. Not the other way around, then she started yelling at me threatening to kick my ass.

I looked at her with my wonderful what the actual fuck face. It was great and I wish you could have seen his face. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. That was like 2 weeks ago, since then he just touches my arm every now and then. Plus he gives me this face like he knows something that I don’t.

Dear Asswipe,

Fuck me! Ok so they are married. I know I suck at this. I’m really sorry about this. I wanted to keep you updated continuously but it isn’t working. Anyways it has been like 3 weeks and they are so gross. He has moved in and is using your room as his gym. Can you believe him! He thinks he owns this fucking place now.

I need you! He fucking ruined everything. Plus mom doesn’t fucking believe me right now. She literally said I am lying, I can’t do this anymore. Ok I am just going to come out and say what this disgusting asshole did. He raped me, and then lied about it to mom. What is even worse is that mom believed him and not me. Her own daughter!!!

She did it, she fucking kicked me out. I can’t believe her, she chose him over me. What am I supposed to do now. Plus this asshole scared off many of my friends. Please tell me what I am supposed do. You are like nowhere to fucking be found.

Dear Asswipe,

It’s been another month. I am living at this guys house. It isn’t that bad anymore. Sometimes I miss home, then I laugh because that place was never my home. He won, mom is wrapped around his pinky. I am sitting at the park under the tree we used to sit at when we were kids. Do you remember it, the one that was infested with red ants and we both got attacked. Anyways I keep seeing these little kids all happy with their mother and it fucking pisses me off. Like I want them to run away well they can. I never want anyone to go through what we went through. It has been forever since I have last seen you. Are you okay? I am going to send this to the last address we have from you. Please respond.

Dear Asswipe,

You never responded. So here I am sending you another letter. Mom’s gone. She died. It has been 4 months since the last letter. They are saying its natural causes, but I don’t believe them at all. I wish someone could tell me what the hell is going on. Please tell me you know what’s going on. You always know what is going on.

Finally a letter in response. I hope he is ok.

Dear Allie,

We are sorry to inform you that the person you are trying to contact commited suicide over a week ago. No one ever came to claim his body so he was cremated into ashes and we have his urn. If you would please call us at the number listed below that would be great. First, I will tell you how it happened. Here in California we have a bridge nicknamed “Suicide Bridge” apparently the young man lived a block away. A homeless man tried stopping him from jumping. He had left a bunch of letters addressed from you. He didn’t leave a suicide note or an apology letter. He did leave a picture of what we believe is you. The name that we have an file says he did not have any siblings so if you could please bring some proof of how you are related. If you have any more information on who this man is please respond. The name we have on file is Bryan Sierra, he is 38 years old, with dirty blonde hair. An average height of 5’11 with green eyes.

Once again we are extremely sorry for your loss.

Sincerely,

Mercy United Hospital

That’s it, you’re gone. Mom is gone. Everyone is gone. I love you asswipe. I really do love you. I wish I could tell people how we are related I really wish I could. I can’t because then people will put a bad name on mom. I am so sorry that she did that to you so long ago. I love you asswipe

Love, your baby girl