Heartache • Tk Twin Sister (A Fox 911 Lone Star/ Fox 911 Fanfic)

Chapter 12

"No, there wouldn't be a reason why
We would even have to say goodbye
If the world was ending"

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It had been a few days after the whole wingmen and wingwomen talk and I was shocked to see that they were all serious about it.

My doctors went well, despite me arguing with Miranda in person because she said that I changed my appointment. Dr. Kriag said that it was most likely from throwing up so much because of my medicine that my esophagus could be inflamed or cut, and the blood thats dripping down into my stomach isn't mixing well with my stomach acid. Hence blood in my bile. He just told me to slow my does to 1 pill a day unless I feel really dizzy or like I need it.

So thats what I started doing.

"Okay, so what's your type? Are we talking like, boys with short hair? Green eyes? Younger and taller? Older and shorter? Older and taller? Younger and shorter?" We were called out to West Park High School for a 43-year-old man refusing to get off the roof. He claims he was fired from the school a few days ago, and now is refusing to leave the property. The school is a new building and is also 3 stories high. So jumping can do damage nobody would like to see. Negotiators were brought out, so all we have to do is sit and wait till he either jumps or surrendered.

Hopefully, he surrenders.

Carlos and I are leaning up against his patrol car while Tk is sitting on the floor leaning in back against the bumper. Carlos is skimming the place for men, that might be in my age range, and who I might like.

"Oh, what about him? He looks pretty attractive" Tk points up at a police officer that is standing next to his patrol car. Carlos lightly kicks him in jealousy and looks over to the man Tk is pointing at.

Carlos shakes his head in denial "Married, 2 kids" Tk and I both sigh and I turn my body around and lean my chest on his patrol car. Catching my head in my hand.

"This is pointless, maybe Texas just isn't my place. Maybe LA is more like it. Y'know I grew up in the city. I went out clubbing every night. The only clubs here I can find are country clubs or two-stepping clubs." I look over to my dad who is leaning against the fire truck talking to an off-duty reporter. "Look, even Dad can find love."

We all are staring over at Dad and his soon-to-be one-night stand as he takes out a piece of paper and hands it to her.

"Did he just pull out a business card and hand it to her?" Tk scoffs at my dad and drops his head on the back of the bumper.

I could feel my loneliness creeping up my chest and through my throat in the form of a lump. I gulped it back to the best of my ability and spoke. "What if I moved back to New York? Went back to the old firehouse, and my old friends. Y'know, my old life."

I feel the car move slightly back a little and hear my brother grunt. Carlos turns to look at me, and I see my brother's head pop out from behind Carlos's chest a second later. I inhale and look over at Dad.

"Move back to New York? We left because our life was terrible. I mean we couldn't go anywhere without seeing some sort of reminder of 9/11."

I scoff at my brother. "That's the thing Teek. Maybe your and Dad's life was terrible, but mine was lonely and terrible. There's not much of a difference here. The only one I can think of is that I had a mom." I start to choke up at the end but cover it with a cough and look back up at the man on the roof. It looks like he has calmed down, but now they just need to get him off without spooking him.

"It doesn't have to be so lonely here. If you just open up and let people in, then you might see that people care and that people want to be around you." Carlos claps my shoulder and pulls out his sunglasses and hands them to Tk. I smiled at the wordless conversation, and watch as my brother throws the shades on.