Evolution (Completed) ✔

10: Late Bloomer

Miles adjusted his pink wrist band,

" You just stay here with Tyrell. Bexley and I will go."

Aidyn pursed his lips, half glaring at his brother.

" What are you expecting to find?" He shot back.

Miles walked in front of the window, opening the blinds and peaking out. They still had a few hours of daylight.

" Answers. We need to know what happened to Charles, if anyone saw anything."

Bexley tied her hair into a pony tail and stood beside the front door. Miles' sore legs trudged reluctantly forward, all he wanted to do was sleep. He knew he couldn't, he needed to find out what happened to Charles before Tyrell woke up. 

" What about the door," Aidyn pointed at the gap in the wall.

" We'll fix it when I get back, It'll take less than an hour." Miles replied.

The elder brother rolled his eyes, they darted back and fourth between the two teenagers.

" Whatever. Be back by five thirty."

Miles nodded his head and motioned Bexley to follow him. The two set off, silent for a moment until they reached the end of the driveway. The sun glowed on top the boarded up houses and empty driveways -- leaving a gloomy feel. The mood of the street rubbed off on Miles, the groggy feeling pressed heavier on his brain.  Bexley kicked at the gravel by her feet, staring quizzically at the blonde.

" We'll start with the Thatchers." Miles pointed to the house right beside his. Two cars vacated their driveway and one of the bedroom lights peeped from under the curtain.

The stale heat whistled in their ears as they walked up to the massive house.  The glass enclosed porch protruding from the side of the house was marvelous, the surface shimmering like diamonds. Miles glanced toward the living room window and the curtain ruffled under his gaze. There had to be people home, they must have seen something.

Miles rapped his fist on the door twice. He and Bexley waited, silently staring at each other as they listened. Nothing moved inside the house so Miles knocked again, four times.

Nothing.

" Should we move on?" Bexley asked, but Miles continued to stand there.

Bexley backed up a few steps and stared up at the second floor windows, her eyes made their way across every window of the house.

" C'mon." She sighed, pulling Miles away from the door.

The two trudged side by side, turning in hopeless circles on the street. To Miles the houses seemed like ten story high walls, trapping him and Bexley in the middle. The short girl grabbed his hand again and pulled  him to his other neighbour's house. They stomped up the steps together, hands still entwined, and knocked. Sore floorboards creaked on the other side of the door, several times at that, but nobody answered. Bexley did her same routine and poked her head around the windows, letting out an exasperated sigh she stomped back toward the road.

" Where are we going now?" She huffed as Miles walked off the neighbours porch.

" Across the street, and we aren't giving up until we find out something."

That's when Miles had an idea, a hopeful spark that erupted in his stomach. Helga's house was just down the road. Maybe if they had time he'd pay her a little visit. Bexley's feet dragged on the ground like a tired child in a grocery store, Miles could only laugh as they travelled to the next house.

With every attempt Miles' spirits wavered, a frown etched itself deeper on to his face. It was the same thing time after time, house to house. There would be a light on -- always a light on -- then footsteps and hushed voices but no answer. Looking down the street, Miles' house was hidden in a sandwich between the monstrous houses of his neighbours.