His Orange Blossom

Chapter 12: TIME

It had been almost a week since he heard from Lena and he was afraid that was the end of it. He sent her a text  every morning just to say good morning and every night before she went to bed. He would update her on things that he thought she would be interested in and things that didn't matter like what he ate or if Mrs.Talbot asked about her.

He took off for three days just to stay home and lay in bed because it smelt of her and found himself drunk or asleep for most of those days.

Not being able to eat nor wanting the company he gave the Talbot's those days off since he was surviving of off scotch and blunts anyway.

During one of his really drunken nights he let out a full clip into his bedroom door before knocking everything of his bedside table and throwing his phone against the wall.

This woman was in his head in the best and worst ways but he couldn't blame anyone but himself, he chose this life.

The fourth day Donatello came over to check on his brother knowing the severity of his state. He had never seen him so off his game before ever. Anthony was the one who always had it together and for him to take three days off from the office was a big deal in itself.

Letting himself in he knew some shit went down seeing the bullets holes that littered his brothers bedroom door. When he opened it to find him on the floor with his head leaned back on the bed with an empty bottle next to him he was almost stunned speechless.

Creeping around the door and into the room as to not startle his brother even though he knew in his drunken state he was still on point he wasn't taking any chances.

"Ummm hey ugly, you reek" he went to sit next to him on the ground. Noticing the broken lamps and books all over the floor he knew Anthony was down bad.

"I fucked it up Donnie" he slurred not picking his head up from the spot on the bed.

"Nahh you didn't fuck it up she just needs some time to miss you and then before you know it y'all will be fucking and up each other's ass again you'll see" he replied trying to get his brother out of his feelings.

"No, you don't get it man..." he shook his head rubbing his hands over his eyes. "The way she looked at me, it was like I was a monster in her eyes" he leaned over to look at his little brother finally.

His eyes held dark circles around them and his face was now gaining stubble but his eyes looked broken a normal person wouldn't have noticed but Donnie knew his brother.

"No offense but you smell like garbage water maybe let's start with a bath" Donatello tried pulling his brother to his feet was he threw one of his arms around his shoulder and walked him into his bathroom.

"Now let's get you washed and polished because your already to ugly to skip out on days of that" running the water he threw his shirt to the side before turning around so Anthony could climb in "and I'm your brother T, so I'm telling you this because I love ya but letting a whole clip out threw the door was a bit dramatic" he dodged the shampoo bottle Anthony threw at his head.

"Kind of like that" his eyebrows lifting, "Look man I promise you she just needs time. I haven't met her yet but if she's as amazing as your goofy ass smile lets on then I'm sure she can handle what you told her. Just allow her to be the one to make the choice, that's what you wanted right?" He didn't wait for a reply "so get your shit together".

Anthony contemplated what his little brother was saying and he wasn't wrong, it annoyed him but he wasn't wrong at all. He would just have to put trust in her and their feelings for one another but the wait was eating him alive.