Milanas PoV

Back in the black dress.

Back to laying on the bed

Dylan had tied my legs up instead of my hands. I don't know why he did this but it made me feel more free somehow. Plus I could keep hold of my stomach.

Dylan had left the room for a second but I knew he was going to return.

I turned my head to the door as I herd his footsteps

"I'll be back soon" he said as he ducked under his bed. He pulled out a box

He opened the lid of the box. Inside was a diary looking book. That caught my interest. Dylan pulled it out and tossed it aside as well as some other papers then pulled out some folded paper. He opened it slightly and smiled then started to leave the room, he seemed to be in a slight hurry.

I herd him fumble around in the living room before opening the front door.

Then silence.

I was alone.

Dylan never put that diary looking book away. Maybe it was nothing but maybe it was something.

I tried to sit myself up slightly but my stomach shot out a shit load of pain and I fell back down breathing heavily.

I gathered myself together. I tried to shift my body over towards the book so I'd be able to reach it while still laying down.

I managed to move to arms length of the book. I placed my hand around it and dragged it closer to me

I lifted the book up above my face since I couldn't sit up.

I lifted up the first page. Written in blue pencil was

Dylan's notes

So this book was some kind of Diary. It looks like he wrote it when he was a child, the writing was messy and the paper was old.

This book would help me understand him more.

I flipped over the page

I found this book, well Melanie did, but if he asks I found it. I would take the blame, to protect her

Anyway I thought I'd write it in, notes and what not, Melanie will too, it's the only thing really to do.

Melanie? He had called me Melanie. That was his sisters name. And he, that's his father.

I turned a few pages and tried to find anything to make note of.

I don't understand why he does this. Why can't he just care. Doesn't he care that his own flesh and blood are hidden in a cupboard wiping the blood and tears away.

I know I'll never let him hurt her, not to lay a finger on her. But she is still hurt, it hurts me seeing me hurt. I see it in her eyes even.

So his father abused him and his sister. And he protected his sister. Like the good brother he wanted to be. It was a sad story really. You can tell he cares.

I read on. The pages describing him and his sisters daily battle against their father. It was obvious he loved her. She was his world. He took took the weight of the world just for her to be safe. He showed no psychotic tenses. He didn't even want his father dead he just wanted too now why he did this. He wasn't born a monster.

I skipped through the pages. Reading entry after entry and the occasional blood stain. The same abuse over and over again. Until one caught me eye

They won't let her into heaven.

She's too deformed for heaven now.

I don't feel it. I don't want to feel it. I don't want to think it or know it or accept it.

Her brown hair is a stray mess on her head. Her brown eyes and dried and cracked. Her small body is broken in all directions. The only pure looking thing is that black dress

His sister. She sounds to have the same features as me. And the black dress.

Oh god.

I understand it all now.

He's been wanting to find a girl who looked like his sister didn't he.

I flicked though more pages

Why do they fight and screen, I treat them well, I treat them like her

If they want a fight then they can have a fight

I just want her

I flicked though page after page. You could tell How frustrated he was getting with each girl. That's why he got violent. He even talks about just losing himself and trying to establish dominance. He has stuck in polorpids of each girl asleep and was analysing them

Nose too big

Hair not wavy enough

Not small enough

He was comparing them to his sister.

Each girl he must he getting more fed up and fed up, abusing them more and more becuase he was scared. He lost his world.

I remember seein something like his mum died in childbirth.

His dad lost his world so he turned into a monster from fear

Dylan lost his sister so he turned into a monster from fear.

He's just scared and wants his sister.

I then got to the page where there a picture of me.

Perfect

That was his only comment on the picture. No improvements.

I won't hurt her if she's in the dress

She's not learning

I slowly closed the book. I didn't want to read anymore.

I just needed to figure how how to sort Dylan out with this

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