Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 28

(Angel's POV)

Charlotte sat on her bed, looking frustrated. "I no understand why they do this," she said. "I already tell them I come here by mistake. I am transfer student, not patient."

Hande and I exchanged a sympathetic glance. "What did they say exactly?" Hande asked.

"They want me write letter," Charlotte replied. "Say I no make easy for them. But I no know what that mean."

Hande frowned. "That doesn't make sense. You've already explained the situation to them."

Charlotte nodded vigorously. "I know. But they just say I need write letter. Say I no cooperate."

Hande put a hand on Charlotte's shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll help you write the letter. We'll make sure it's clear and explains everything."

Charlotte looked relieved. "Thank you, Hande. I no know what I do without you."

For some reason, Cylan had not get gotten back after she left earlier looking sad. All she had said too was that she was going to the same management that was making things difficult for Charlotte. Dilada was nowhere to be found, as usual. She was always off doing her own thing, and we rarely saw her in the room. But the rest of us were concerned about Charlotte's situation.

We spent the next hour helping Charlotte write the letter, explaining what she needed to say and how to say it. She struggled with the words, but we were patient with her.

As we finished up the letter, Cylan walked into the room, looking sad.

Cylan walked into the room, looking really sad. She didn't say anything to us, just went straight to her bed. We all looked at each other, concerned.

Cylan, what's wrong?" Hande asked,

her head and turned away. We tried to talk to her, but she didn't want to talk. She just lay there, staring at the

- Cylan was always bubbly and always

We went to the common room and we tried to watch TV, but it was hard to focus. We were all thinking about

Cylan crying. My heart broke as I realized she was really hurting. I wondered what was wrong, but I

What had broken Cylan's heart? Was it something with her family? Or maybe something with her secret

didn't know if she would want me to. So I just lay there, listening

....

the table, playing with her food. I cautiously sat beside her, remembering how she had cried last night. Her eyes had a sad look to it, and it looked like she hadn't slept much. She was ignoring the

seat and to my right was Hande and I tried to make small talk, but Cylan's silence was palpable. It was like a dark

cutlery on the plate and sighed deeply. The sound stopped

Cylan?" Hande asked, concern etched

looking around the table nervously.

beat. I felt a

asked, trying to

think the center

care. But I knew she was listening. "Don't talk about it here," I warned Cylan, trying to keep my voice calm. "Don't do

nodded, her eyes wide with fear. She glanced at Dilada too, but Dilada just kept eating, her

seemed suspicious, but I couldn't quite

rest of the breakfast was tense, the conversation stilted. Cylan was quiet, her eyes

I didn't know Emily so much, all I knew was that she worked as. A cleaner there and she and Cylan were either exchanging fond looks or together. I walked alongside Cylan, trying to offer her some comfort. "We'll figure it out," I said. "We'll find