Its where my demons hide

prologue

Death is not the opposite of life but a part of it.

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(Blaze's Pov)

Howard Macneth Dawson

Born - 10th April 1965

Death - 12th April 2020

Reason of death - Blood cancer.

This was what was written on the grave of my father. Step father actually, but he always treated me as his own child. After my step mom Julia Dawson's death he was the only family we had. He passed away a few days ago, we had held a funeral for him, and today i just missed him so I decided to visit him.

I was not their own child, but they never made me feel that way. I was 10 when they found me abandoned on the streets. They took me to their home and I stayed there for some time after which they adopted me. I am 18 now.

"Blaze? " I heard a small voice behind me. I turned around to find my step brother Shane. He was just 4.

"Where is dada?" he asked in his small voice. What do I say? He already lost his mom at an early age.

" He is in a better place baby" I say crouching down down to his height and pulling him in to a hug.

"Is he with moma? " he asked.

" Yes love, he is with moma." I reply.

"When are they gonna come back? I miss them" He says pouting.

" I don't know. I guess God has lots of work for them up there. " I say pointing to the sky.

" So... Will they come back after their work is done? " he asked tilting his head.

" Maybe. Now tell me who wants to have noodles for lunch? " I ask. His eyes brighten and a smile spreads along his face.

" Me! " he shouts.

" Okay. Then let's go home" I say and pick him up, and make him straddle the back of my neck. He squeals with delight. He always liked it when dad did it. But when dad got cancer, he would not be able to carry him. So I would do it instead.

We go to my car. A BMW. Dad always fancied having fancy cars. We have a collection of them in our garage. But his favorite was his red Chevrolet Camaro.

" Shane sit back, let me put on your seatbelt. " I say. Putting on his seat belt.

We drive back home. It is not huge house. More like a medium sized one, but it had a homely feeling to it. Unlike most big houses, it was cute. It had light blue paint. Home sweet home.

Here starts a new part of our lives, the part which doesn't include my parents. The part in which I have to give Shane a good life. He already has lost his everything. His parents helped me cope up, so now I will help him.

I hope I can give him the life he deserves.

I love my brother and I will always protect him.