Little touch of heaven

Chapter 14

Everleighs Pov

Dante, Andreas and Timothy walk out of the office. Timothy keeps his head down and walks straight ahead with Andreas behind him. Dante walks towards me. ''Come on angel I'm taking you home.'' He got me out of this? How? ''Thanks.''

I walk after him towards his motor, well more like a limb walk, because my leg seems to be getting worse every minute. ''Are you okay?'' He asks while sitting on his motor holding the helmet towards me. ''I'm fine. How is Timothy?'' Of Course I'm not fine. I have no sign of my brother in three hours, maybe more and for him, who checks up on me every 30 minutes, it is very weird to not answer.

''We'll deal with him at home.'' Wait he lives with Dante. ''Just don't be to hard on him.'' I say putting on the helmet. Dante doesn't know what to say so he doesn't say anything. I get on his motor and we drive to my house. ''Have you already heart from your brother?'' ''Nope not yet.'' To be honest I'm freaking out and really worried.

''Okay just be carefull, talk to you later angel.'' Just as always he waits till I get inside and he drives off. When I'm inside the first thing I notice is that the whole house is a mess. The blue vase on the dinner table is in broken pieces on the ground. Papers are lying everywhere.

The kitchen is a big mess too, some drawers in the counter are open and some cabinets too. What the actual fuck happened here. My brother would never make this kind of a mess. He would literally have a stroke if he saw this mess. I look at the clock and see it's 4PM. Let's clean this mess up.

While cleaning everything up I keep trying to call Thomas, but every time I called him I got his voicemail. By the time I'm done cleaning the house I look at the clock again and see it's 6 PM, 2 hours off cleaning. Jeez. Still no sign of my brother.

My knee hurts a lot and I'm really tired, but I need to know where my brother is. So I decide to walk to the pharmacy and see if my brother was there to pick up my anti-depressants. Yes, that is my medication. Which I am not going to take.

I grab my keys and jacket, put on my withe sneakers and walk towards the pharmacy. After a 10 minute walk I finally arive at the pharmacy. When I walk inside a bell goes off above the door. I walk straight to the women standing behind the desk.

''Hi sweetie, how can I help you?'' She asks kindly. The woman has straight black hair shoulder length. She looks around 50 years old and has red glasses and brown eyes. ''Hi I'm coming to pick up my prescription.'' If my brother already picked it up she'll tell me. Else I know something is definitely wrong.

''What's your name sweetheart?'' ''Everleigh Turner.'' ''Yes. The Triptyzole right?'' I nod. ''Let me grab it for you I'll be right back.'' She walks back and searches for it I think. Okay so my brother never even came here? Then where the hell did he go?

''Here you go.'' She hands the orange bottle to me with my name on it and the name of the anti depressants. ''Thanks.'' ''Have a nice day.'' ''You too.'' I say even tho it's already 6.30PM. I walk out of the pharmacy and put the hood of my jacket up.

''Aii chicka, you got a nice ass come here bitch.'' A guy yells when I walk past his garden. I turn around, he is old and has no shirt on. Gross. ''What the fuck did you say to me.'' I walk towards him. He can say it in my face so I can hit that smirk right off it.

''You heard me.'' Why does this always happen to me? ''What's going on here guys?'' Police great. A guy in his thirties with gray hair and blue eyes ask. ''This girl is starting a fight out of nowhere and then she reached in her jacket.'' ''This guy is full off shit he cat called me and I just confronted him.''

''Ma'am I need you to put your hand on your head.'' ''What the fuck. You believe a drunk guy over a 17 year old sober woman.'' ''Ma'am put your hands on your head.'' Is this officer stupid? Clearly. I do as he says, to prevent any further discussion or to make things worse.