Diaries: Seasons

4: Stalker

The picture Christian found in the media.

Tristian

"Hello?" I ask, answering Christian's 100th call.
"You finally answered, thank God."

I rolled my eyes at that and asked what the problem could possibly be since I think I deserved my space because I was pissed at him. I mean, he gets pissed at me for accidentally forgetting classes that are my choice to take in the first place then tries to prohibit me from going anywhere and drops me on my ass while throwing his temper tantrum. Then leaves me there on the floor to fend for myself. Yeah, I'd like to make this quick.

"Why'd you call me a billion times, fucktard?" I blurt.
"I met Dad."

What?

There are a billion questions that are running at 100 mph in my mind at this very minute. He met Dad? Like the guy with curly hair and looks like he was drop kicked out of Mexico? What is he doing here? Don't tell me he lives here. Will he try to find us? Has he talked to Mom? I sure hope not with all the curses she gave him in the middle of the night while she thought Christian and I were sleeping.

"Where were you?" I asked.
"The mall on Cable. When I laid eyes on him, I just started to follow him. I wasn't right behind him or anything but it seemed like he just knew because he basically lead me to the back of the mall to ask me why I was following him. Then he kept staring at me and eventually told me that I looked like his son. He asked me for my name and then I told him I had to go and slipped up and called him 'Dad' and it was like the light switch turned on for him and he chased me down in the mall, calling my name. I was lucky to make it to the car and get him off of my trail because he probably no doubt wanted to tail me." He said with a deep breath.

I couldn't even believe it. The one place we leave Mom for college is where we run into Dad. I mean, how did he know that was Christian? There are probably a whole bunch of guys that look like him-- wait, never mind, his dumb ass called him 'Dad'.

"Tristian? Tris? Please say something," he pleaded.
"We'll deal with this when you get back." I said.
"Okay." He agreed.
"Be careful," I warned. Dad could easily be following him, especially if he saw the type of car, the color, and the license plate. "And hurry home, okay?"
"I'm on it. See you in a few." He promised.
"Love you." I squeaked.
"Love you, too, Tris. Oh shit!" The line went dead.
"Christian? Christian? This isn't funny. Answer me right now!" I begged. "Chrissy please!" Christian isn't that cruel to play a sick joke like that, right?

Nothing. I gather my keys and phone and head out to the highway he was possibly on to get to the mall. When I found the scene, I parked on the side of the road and got out. And there he was, lying limp in the driver's seat of his red Impala with another car in front of him, smashed in the back and behind him, smashed in the front. I saw the police and ambulance start to show up so I run as fast as I can to get to the scene before they try to whisk me away from my unconscious brother.

Opening his door, his face has some bloody scratches, most likely from the glass that was broken, and his legs looked crushed. Being darker, you would think that you couldn't tell if he was pale or not but you just know when someone's not conscious. They're pale no matter what color they are and that bothered me because he was that type of pale. I lifted his arm and when it slammed right back down without resistance from him, the tears started flooding my eyes.

This wasn't fake. This was really happening.

I saw his phone on the opposite side of the car, the screen cracked and shattered, and it made me think. If I had answered all those other times he was calling, he wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't have had to call me while driving. We always promised to answer no matter what and I broke that because of something petty. Now he could be, be, dead.

And it's all my fault.

I touched his face, sobbing. It was still warm, thankfully, and I gave his cheek a kiss. Afterwards, I just stayed there until the people in the other two cars came over to ask why I was here. Still bitter and sad, I snapped at them but they seemed to get the picture and left me alone. Then if it's not them bothering me, it's the police.

They politely ask me to move but I thought it was just the people from the other cars again so I ended up snapping at the police. They asked me again and I snapped at them again. They asked one more time and got the same result so one of them picked me up and turned me towards both of them. I'm sure my eyes looked like bowling balls when I laid eyes on them. I sputtered apologies and explanations everywhere, because honestly, I'm too small for jail. The younger one chuckled but the older one kept a straight face and told me to turn around and see who I was talking to next time.

"Yeah," the younger cop agreed. "You need to watch it, Miss. And plus, you shouldn't be talking to people that way anyway."
"My twin shouldn't be in a smashed car, looking dead so excuse me if I don't want to be bothered with other people." I said, breaking out into tears.
"I understand, ma'am." The older one said to me. "But if you want to give your brother a chance, you got to let the ambulance take him." He said, gesturing at the medical team with the gurney behind us.
"Yeah, of course! Take him, do whatever you have to do. Just save him."

They put him on the gurney with a breathing tube and all the other necessary things and put him on the ambulance. When they shut the door and drove off, I bit back a sob, and found the strength to get in my car and follow them.

......

"But that's my brother in there! Let me in now!" I demanded, enraged that she'd deny me my brother.
"Miss please. Let him rest alright? You already know we'll let you in as soon as he's recovered enough." The nurse reminded gently but with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. I know she's sick of me but I don't give a shit because that's my other half in that room and I'll be damned if I let some nurse stop me from going in there.

A half an hour later, I finally calmed down and went into the waiting room. They told me that it'd be best if I went home, seeing that we won't recover in one day but I wasn't leaving Chris by himself in here. I took out my phone and saw, get this, 50 text messages from Jasper. What the hell? Doesn't he have a life or something? I opened them and got this.

Tristian?
Tristian...?
Yeah, um, I'll just text you later then.
Baby, where are you?
Don't ignore me, Tristian.
You better answer me now.
Excuse that^^, that was my little brother. He found my pass code and found your contact. He's a bad little kid lol.

They all seemed to be asking me where I was until I scrolled down a little and saw this.

One more chance, Tristian. I hope you take it.
I'll find you.

What? I really hope that this is his little brother again. Then I saw,

I'll be at the hospital soon.

It's dry af this afternoon. Where's everybody at?