"And In Her Smile, I See Something More Beautiful Than All The Stars."
Paisley Teller loses her mom to cancer. She ends up moving to a new state, leaving all her friends behind. She has to make a new life with her abusive Aunt and Uncle along with...
"You'll never know how hard I cried, when we said our last goodbye." ~Dally London
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CHAPTER TWENTY~ONE.
"Wait... this is your brother Jeremy?!" Bryson baffles.
I nod and bend down next to him. "We gotta get him out of the road." Bryson and I both grab his arms, dragging him to the side of the road. "Where are you bleeding?"
"Right here." He points to his lower abdomen.
"You were shot!?" I shake my head in disbelief. "I can't believe your here." I bend down next to him and apply pressure to his open wound. "Jeremy, what-when-how the hell did you get out of prison?!" I manage to squeak out.
"Yeah the guards usually shoots at you when your in bright orange and are right outside the prison gate."
"Why did you escape?!"
"You stopped coming to visit me. I got worried, I knew something was up. And then I heard about mom, just a week ago."
I choke back my tears. So many emotions are running through me. " I feel like this is a dream.... this is all a Dream, right?" Jeremy reaches up and pinches my arm. "Ow, you ass."
"Language."
I roll my eyes. "I'm sorry you just heard. I wanted to come say goodbye but they wouldn't let me."
He wraps his arm around my neck and buries my head into his shoulder. " I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Pais. I had no idea."
I wrap my bloody hands around him, squeezing him, holding him tight, I never want to let go. I feel a tear trickle down my cheek. "I missed you."
"Guys I really hate to break this beautiful moment, but we gotta get him to a doctor, he's gonna bleed out." Bryson chimes in.
"He-he-he can't go to the hospital. They'll just send him back."
Bryson nods and stays silent, we bring Jeremy's arms over our shoulders and lay him in the backseat. "Okay....I know who to go to." Bryson tells me, hopping into the drivers seat.
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The door swings open, "Bryson?" A tall, handsome man rubs his eyes and stares at Jeremy.
"Can you help?" Bryson asks.
The man nods. " Um... Yeah. Lay him on the couch."
