Don't Save My Life

Chapter 9

(I know the formatting is insane so please excuse that. Also, this is not proofread so i am aware that there are plenty of mistakes. I'll come back and fix them. )

Emmet

 

Another gust of biting autumn breeze blew in, snatching the piece of paper I held in my hands. I chased it for a moment, stopping when I’d caught it under my shoe. I kneeled to pick it up, smoothing out the wrinkles to reveal the addresses I’d gone though hell to get.

I stood at the end of the street near a dented stop sign. From here, I could see the small beat down home that would be my first stop to my newly devised journey. My plan was to bring my brother back into my life and then fully recover from the amnesia. My mother had said to give it time, while my father had outright forbidden me from looking for him. But, after all, I wouldn’t be a spoiled rich kid if I didn’t disregard my parents wishes right?

I could see someone coming out of the house now. I began walking in the direction.

The first was a woman. She was petite, carrying a bundled up toddler on her hip. I could see her walk across her lawn to the larger house next door. From that house, a plump woman scurried out as if she’d been watching from her window. From their, the small toddler was transferred between hands.

The woman who I suspected was Willa’s mother then went back to her own blue house. Only poking her head into the front door to shout something inside. She then turned and headed to the station wagon, pulling out keys as she walked.

Now I could see other people coming out of the house. The first was the girl I’d seen sitting at the table last night, Rickie. I reminded myself that sometime I would have to get her number for Lyle, he’d been drooling over her from across the way all night long. Then came Willa. She was smiling but even from afar I could see that it was a plastic one, made of practice and experience. I was closer now, and everyone except her had gotten into the car. She was distracted by something.

She was watching me.

I broke into a light jog, knowing that I shouldn’t waste any of her time. By the time I’d reached her I could see that her expression was anything but welcoming. She no longer looked scared, the way I’d seen her before, she looked annoyed, determined, and tired.

“Why are you here?” She said, her voice colder than the icy front sweeping over our town.

There was only one way to melt a tone as stony as hers.

“Well good morning to you too Sunshine.” I joked, letting her know I came in peace.

At this she glared even harder, making the world seem colder than it already was. I knew I’d have to try a little harder now.

“I need to talk to you” I said seriously, adding “about the things you said last night.”

For a moment her stony expression seemed to falter and I could tell that before I had come she’d been already having a bad morning. I felt bad for her, she seemed so stressed, more stressed than any teenage should ever be.