Dylan was your brother, of course you was his step sibling, but he loved you like his real sibling After some time, you was "the best" child and he was nothing He was 19, you were 14, it was hard.. You were sitting in your room, Dad fighting Mom, yelling, item's throwing, glass breaking, everything Dylan enter your room with music blasting through headphones in his hands Dylan:"sorry if it's too loud" he smiled and put them on for you, before hugging you tight