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Chapter 25

Liam's Pov
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I'm in my room, just thinking. How could I be so stupid? I knew that Layla and I would never go anywhere, she is my foster sister for christ's sake. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Nel?" I heard Layla say relieved.

My mind went straight back to that newspaper. No, he's dead right? It said he was dead.

I walked over to Layla's room, looking for the newspaper. I found it under her bed, it was crumbled. I scanned over the writing and found the line.

"Nelson Parks was announced dead November 3 at 4:32 pm." I said to myself.

Just then the door opened revealing Layla walking in, she looked happy for once and she never did. Her eyes laid on me.

"What are you doing here Liam? I said we couldn't be together." Her expression changed to a stern look.

"Where is Nelson?" I asked, I didn't want someone screwing up her life anymore.

"Lay off. I just know he's my brother."

"Layla" I sighed, "Look he was announced dead at 4:32 pm, that's not your brother!"

"Leave now Liam, I'm done with you!" She put her hands on my chest, pushing me out of her room.

"Hey, leave my sister alone." Someone from behind me said towards me.

"Don't tell me what to do, I know your little game 'Nel'." I walked past him and brushed past his shoulder.

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A/N :
That was the end of the chapter but I was going to give you more of an insight of Nelson's story within chapter 25. I felt nice today.
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Nelson's story:

"Mom?" I yelled.

She was turned away from me looking at the truck we just crashed in to. I ran over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Mom,Are we dead?"

She didn't respond, but the way she looked spoke. Blood cascaded down her face endlessly. I kept looking further and further down her body. Deep wounds showed tissues and bones.

"No, no. I'm not going to die. I'm not leaving Layla alone."

Just then everything started to go dark, but then I felt something that was trying to wake me up, a spark.

I kept thinking what is trying to awaken me from this darkness.Then I saw 2 doctors above me holding defibrillators. One of them looked on the wall and said the time.

"4:32pm, November 3."

The heart monitor started to make noise rapidly, I wanted to say something, but I couldn't.

I kept thinking about my family, that I would an orphan from now on, without
A single family member.

A few weeks later the hospital released me into an orphanage, it didn't seem right. I knew someone was just out there for me. I lived in to orphanage for 2 years, then I just left, what they always told was true. Nobody wanted a teenager, I was just going to have a useless live by then I was hopeless.

So I ran away, everyone was looking for me by then everything just stopped they probably thought I was dead. I did research about my family to see if I could live with anyone then I found the newspaper. It said my sister was alive and that she moved to California.

I was now on a journey to get there and find my sister, she was probably scared. That she had no one else, like me. I took buses and trains to get from Baltimore Maryland to California. I stole things to eat and I pick pocketed for money for the next transportation to get closer and closer to California, all I knew was that I was going to stop. I needed to be with my sister.