Chapter 14

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Robin's P.O.V.
I texted Evan after hearing what he had done. I felt bad that he didn't want me to go, even though I had to. When school let out, I saw Yvonne waiting by her car for Evan. She was also supposed to take me home as well, since my dad was working a late shift at the hospital tonight.

"Have you seen my brother today, Robin?" Yvonne sounded worried. I nodded.

"After first period. Ms. Iris told me that he didn't stay for his counseling and left. I have no idea where he would go." I leaned against the vehicle. She pulled out her phone.

"I've been been texting him for a really long time. He usually answers right away." she put her phone to her ear. I could hear it ringing slightly, so I titled my head so that I could hear it. Yvonne lifted the phone between us. It rang. And rang. And rang. Finally, the voice-message came on.

"Evan! You better be listening right now! Please Evan, I want you to be alright. Evan!" Yvonne sighed. "Would you mind coming home with me? He might be there, and I'm worried at what we'll find." She opened her door and swung herself into the driver's seat. I went around to the other side, and sat next to her.

Dear God, we can't find Evan. Please let him be alright. Lay your protective hand on him. I prayed as Yvonne reeved the engine and drove down multiple streets and bridges, until we came to a small neighborhood. It was well taken care of, and almost all the houses were the same design. Yvonne pulled into the driveway of one of them.

We hurriedly got out of the car and went to the front door. Yvonne selected a key from her keychain and moved to unlock the door. But it was already open! I looked at Yvonne. She sighed.

"This means that Evan is home. Even though he's a junior, he still leaves the door unlocked when he gets home. Come on, I hope we find him inside." We entered the house, and I found myself in their living room. It was beach style, the wall painted a soft beige and the furniture was a rough off-white. On one wall hung a fishing net with shells woven into it.

Yvonne went down one hallway, yelling her brother's name. I supposed it was his bedroom she was going to. I waited for her, and she came back, a happy smile on her face.

"Did you find him?" I got my hopes a little too high, though. Yvonne nodded.

"Well, I know now that he's here because his backpack is in his room. Let's look over the rest of the house. You can go to the kitchen, it's through that door, and I'll look in the basement and the office." I nodded, and went through the doorway to the kitchen.

It was nice, painted a pale orange with white curtains on the windows. There was an island in the middle, and at first I didn't see anything, until I walked to go past the other side of the island to the window. I shrieked. There was Evan, on the floor, pieces of glass all around his head and his left hand.

"Yvonne! Come quick! I found him!" I kneeled on the floor and lifted his head up. He was extremely pale, and there was a large gash on the side of his head from the glass that was still bleeding. He looked thinner than usual, and he was barely breathing. What and dad told me about people who were bleeding? I searched my brain, and found it. I had to wake him up, so that Evan would have a higher chance of living. 

"Evan! Wake up, please!" I shook him, and he groaned. His green eyes were visible as his lids fluttered. Yvonne came up behind me.

"What's wrong with him!?!" she dropped beside me, brushing away glass. She grimaced when she saw Evan's head. There were a few smaller scratches on his right cheek, and pieces of glass in his hair.

"I think he fell holding something. We have to call an ambulance right away. He could die from blood loss." I continued to gently shake Evan. Yvonne sat thunderstruck. She had a phone in her hand, so I grabbed it and dialed 9-1-1.

"This is the emergency line, how can I help you?"

"We need an ambulance as soon as you can get one. We have an unconcious young man who is bleeding from a glass wound." I was shaking slightly.

"Alright, an ambulance is on their way. They should be there shortly."

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