Everything Blue [ OMHK, Book 2 ]

This Could Be The End

Two police cars sat parked in my front yard, contrasting sharply against the rest of my families vehicles. Their lights were on, flashing wildly.

I paid them no attention. All of my focus was on why the hell they were there.

I don't think I'd ever run into my house quicker. When adrenaline's the only thing fueling you, you don't care about manners. The front door slammed shut behind me, and a few heads turned my way. Sitting at the kitchen table, sobbing, was my mom.

My chest heaved.

Scattered on the countertop were my orange pill bottles, all placed in clear bags labeled 'evidence'.

A few police were sitting around my mom, looking concerned. Harmon was by her side, running her back comfortingly.

My legs felt glued to the spot. I was frozen with panic, and all I wanted to do was ask what was going on, but I couldn't even seem to force the words out.

When my brother heard the door slam, he glanced up at me.

"Jenna," he rushed, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the living room. I trailed along almost robotically.

It was then that I realized that I could barely breathe. My chest felt constricted, as if somebody was pushing down on it. I collapsed on the couch, trying to breathe. It was so difficult, so goddamn difficult.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Repeat.

I stuck to that cycle for a few seconds, calming myself as much as possible. A situation like this wouldn't've had this effect on me were I on my meds.

"Jenna, breathe," Harmon instructed in a soothing voice, and I tried to listen. It was hard to calm yourself down when all you could think about were the police sitting in your kitchen for who-fucking-knows-why.

"What's going on?" I finally manage to ask, tears brimming in my eyes. The whole scenario seemed much scarier than it probably was, because my mind kept wandering to my dad, and the day he'd gotten arrested. Then, it wandered to Tyler, where all my concern was.

My brother just shook his head, as if he were confused about things too. "I don't think I should be the one to explain."

Hearing him say that made me feel the slightest bit of anger. "Why can't you tell me?"

"Just go upstairs."

"Harmon-"

"Go upstairs," he repeated, his green eyes smoldering. "I'll take care of things down here."

I just nodded, understanding that this was non-negotiable. As much as I wanted to help my mom and figure out what the hell was going on, I was about to have a mental breakdown too. A crying nineteen year old wasn't what this situation needed at the moment.

Standing up, I made my way to the stairs, pulling myself up them one by one. It seemed like forever before I reached the top, and when I did, I heard shouts coming from somewhere.

I stood frozen in the hallway, listening.

"Why the fuck would she try to do that?!"

It was Wesley.

Another voice joined his, but it was much softer, and calmer. Frozen-honey.