Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteenth

Dylan

I honestly did not want to leave the hospital. But a shower was needed and I needed to save Azalea's life. I decided maybe I should go and look for her real dad. I know that probably sounds a little extreme and  unrealistic, but she was dying and her death seemed unrealistic to me.

Last night when Azalea asked to be alone for a while I told Tyler my plan and he was all in.
I was so glad that he wanted to help find her real father.

I was even more happier about that he didn't care that Azalea wasn't his "real" sister.

If he didn't want her in his life anymore I know that would have of ruined Azalea. The Posey's were the only family that she has only known for a year or so, ever since her mom died.

I weaseled all the details that John knew out of him.
He was very reluctant to tell me.

But I learned that his name is Charles Pennington. He resides in Northern California, near University of Sanford, he teaches medicine there. As far as John knows is that Charles lives alone.

I heard a hard knock on my front door, I quickly got out of bed and answered the front door.

It was Tyler with two coffees in hand, one thankfully for me.

"Is this how you answer the door when my sister comes over?" he asked.

I was currently in my boxers alone.

I smiled at him, mostly because he called her his sister.

"Your sister?" I asked,

"Yes, my sister. She will always be my sister, no matter any circumstances." Tyler said.

"Well when she does come over, and I happen to be in my underwear I do answer like this and we usually make out for like an hour." I told him.
"Okay SHURE." he said.

His reaction was accurate, usually she threw some clothes at me and we watched a movie afterwards.

I couldn't help but laugh at his comment.

I went and changed into a flannel and some khakis then went back into the living room where Tyler was.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked him.

"Don't you think we should have a game plan before we go, what we are going to say to him, how we are even going to find him?" he asked.

"Well I was actually thinking we just start driving and when we get to the University we can just ask for him and have the chat in his classroom. I didn't really think anything out much. I just want to get back as soon as possible, what if she gets worse when we are gone. What if she dies while I am away?" I asked.

"Azalea is in good care with those doctors, they have machines that will keep her alive even if her body doesn't want to act accordingly, plus my dad would never let her die. He loves her more than me most days." Tyler said.

That really did give me more confidence in leaving town.

Before we left for Stanford I drove down to my parents house in Hermosa Beach. Hermosa is just about 40 minutes outside of Los Angeles, I don't even think I told Tyler I was going. In all honesty I just needed to have a chat with my mom.
Typically I would come visit them often, but lately I haven't.

I drove into the driveway around 9 a.m.
Thankfully mom mom was awake, by dad had already left for work, although she was shocked to see me.

"Hey, Dylan! What are you doing here?" She asked as she poured her a cup of coffee. She offered me a cup but I had like three before I even drove here.