Stepbrothers (Paused!!) (Editting!!!!)

Chapter 13

I sit up from my bed and feel the cold emptiness next to me where my mom should of been. After a few nights my mom moved back to Mr. River's room. I stretch my arms and let out a loud good morning yawn. My eyes immediately notice my dirty clothes spilling out of the laundry hamper. Laundry day for me. I push my clothes as much possible and pull it out into the laundry room. I put my clothes inside and go back to my room. Luke suddenly pops out of my closet, "Boo!" I gasp loudly and press my fist into my chest.

'"Haha! I got you again!" He ran out of my room with laughter. "Thats not funny!" I holler. I sit on my bed to take a breath. I place my hand on my neck and remember what happened last night. His weight... His words. Everything that happened last night seem unrealistic. I wish I could simply say it wasn't true what that guy had to say, but I can't deny it either. After all he is Travis's friend and I bet they tell each other everything.

I try to forget about that specific part and try to think about Angel as I drag then hamper full of clothes. He saved me, he really did. I wish I could thank him again, but I sure bet he's asleep still. Usually on the weekends he wakes up late like at 10:00am. My stomach begins to growl and by the time I finish putting the clothes inside the washing machine and get to the kitchen, I bump into Mr. Rivers. "Careful Colleen." "I'm sorry." I look down ashamed. He stares at me with a loom of concern, "Hey are you okay?" I shook my head and start crying like an idiot in front of him. "Yesterday was horrible." My voice quivers. Mr. Rivers hugs me awkwardly, "I'm sorry to hear that." He says patting my head gently. I don't care how stupid his acting right now. What matters is that he hugged me. It's been a while since I've been hugged by a man who is over 20. Someone who is an adult. I will never be able to picture him as my dad, but I can try to at least make him feel like family to me.

Angel is the only person who knows what really happened to me yesterday. I open the fridge to find something to eat. Nothing good. Some moldy cheese and a slize of bread so far. We need to go guy food later on then. I guess I'll stick with cereal. Mark walks into the kitchen and stares at me with tired eyes. "Suh dude." He showed me the peace sign with his two chubby fingers. "Good morning..." I reply awkwardly. He grabs the milk from the fridge and drinks out of the gallon. I gulp feeling a little disgusted. "I think others would like to drink milk without your mouth germs." Mark shrugged and took another loud sip of milk. Dark coffee it is then.

I make my coffee and then remember the cookies I saved for later the other day. I check on top of the fridge, inside the fridge, the food cupboard, but there's nothing but coffee and sugar inside along with other spices. I groan deeply. "Where are my cookies?" I ask feeling my stomach acid burning my stomach in hunger. "you mean the star ones in the blue packet?" Mike asked. "Yes..."

"Oh... I ate them." He says with no hesitation. "Why didn't you ask who they where first?!" "Go buy more then." Like if the store was just around the corner here. They live so far from town.

Luke comes out of his room with a big pile of clothes on his arms. "Um... I'm washing some clothes right now Luke." I tell him, but he ignores me. Then, he puts his clothes on the floor and open the washing machine. "What are you doing?!" I ask panicking. "You can wash yours later." He groans throwing my soaked wet clothes on the floor. My cheeks turn bright red as he stops and stares at my bra hanging down from his finger. "Ew!"

I knock on Angel's door, but no one answered. it's silent, maybe even too silent almost on purpose. I try knocking again, but I hear nothing yet. Something is not right about this. I should hear soft mumbles like I usually do. The deafening silence is making my tummy upset for I know there isn't normal for Angel. Then, just then I hear something. Soft sniffles and then the thud of something falling on the floor. I slowly open the door to not be disruptive just in case he's actually sleeping. The bed is undone, but Angel is not on it. I open the door more and find him sitting on the dark corner. My legs fall numb and I barely made it into the room because I fear that today won't be like yesterday. I fall hard on my knees in front of him. My eyes adjust to the darkness right away. The first thing I see is blade stained in blood just lying there on the floor. I'm scared to see what's next. Then I see the horror scene. Angels arms shake violently in front of him as blood runs down his elbows from the long vertical lines on his wrists. "Angel!" I cry out loudly. His face is covered with tears and sweat along with some blood. His lip trembles in horror of his own scene. I try and stand up to get help, but Angel pulls me back down. "Don't go" he whimpers with pain in his voice. tears run down my cheeks, I want to pull away, but it will hurt him. His voice seems caught up in his throat as he struggles for words, "I want to see you before I go..." His hand let's go of my wrist as he gets weaker.

***

I sit on the hard plastic chair of the hospital waiting room next to my mom. My eyes feel dry and my eyelids are heavy. My cheeks feel like leather from dried tears. My feet tap the floor impatiently to ignore the pain and guilty feeling. There was blood. Lots of it. The face of Mr. Rivers is still fresh in my mind like a picture. His hands tugging his hair and tears running down his cheeks. He was the one who carried Angel in his arms. My mom had the same look she had when she found me, but only this time she seemed bothered by it. Exhausted even. Luke and Mark where quiet. They still are. They are sitting a few chairs away from my mom and I. Mr. Rivers is pacing the room anxiously. My mom goes up to him to sit him down, but he suddenly snaps at her and falls  on a chair bawling on his hands. My mom is frightened. I'm sure everyone is. I was about to go tell him off when he snapped, but now that I see him like this makes my heart ache. Maybe Angel might not be his son, but he's held him since he was a baby and in the end it doesn't really matter who the dad is because Mr. Rivers has been a father to him.

The doctor came and spoke privately with Mr. Rivers, my stomach swirled for I really wanna see him and know he's okay. Mr. Rivers came back, his face was pale, but he didn't say a word, we all assumed we needed to follow him when he began to walk away. I've never been in a car ride with the boys, I wish my first was with all of them here, I wouldn't care if we where all arguing.

Luke and Mark where awfully quiet in the back seats behind me. I put on my earbuds and put some chill music to try and calm myself down, but then I heard my mom and Mr. Rivers speaking in low voices. They spoke so low I could barley hear them. "Angel, h-he is not my son... but that doesn't mean I don't love him." My mom reached her hand out and rubbed his shoulder. "I know, but you've always been there for him so you are his father." How does he know? I turn off my volume, but they didn't say much afterwards.

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I was awakened by low soft sobs. My curiosity took the best of me so I got up to check who it was. I stood outside of my room, the sobbing was coming from my left. One step after the next I made it to the door of my mom and Mr. River's room. I gently pressed my ear on the It and try to closely. At first I heard nothing but crying and then I heard it. "It is all my fault." Mr. Rivers cried out loudly. "Shhh... it isn't your fault sweetly... now please your gonna wake up the kids." Mr. River's voice sounded off. Maybe he's trying to get drunk, or he's just trying to hard to forget. "You know I think we are better off without her... she was crazy." Who? Who was crazy. I want answers. Their mother?

"I bet her death wasn't even an accident. It was a suicide... You know, I knew Angel wasn't my son from the moment he was born. She was so crazy she would even dye his hair black from the youngest age so I wouldn't suspect." No, he was sober, he wasn't saying any nonsense just maybe things he doesn't mean. "Andrew... Don't say those things, I bet she was a great mother." My mom tried to reason the whole situation out like she usually does.

"The day she died I-I felt so lonely, but I knew it was the best for my kids and... you Misty, you changed our family... I love you and that's why I wanna marry you."My heart sunk to the floor and I almost fell crying too. He can't marry her! He can't! I wipe my tears away try to hold in my sniffs. I quickly leave and lay on my bed. My fingers wipe the tears away Furiously, that I feel like pulling my own flesh off. Someone soon came inside my dark room. It was the weirdo of Luke. "what do you want?" I ask him sniffing. He stares at me blankly and sits on the floor on his ankles and knees under his chin. "I don't think Angel is gonna make it."

"Why do you say that?" the lump in my throat grew and I feel like it will choke me to death if possible. "Because he lost a lot of blood." He spoke in a brittle voice. I feel the world collapsing all around me. Angel can't die, he needs to live. This is all my fault. This all happened because of me... "is this all because of me?" a loud sob escaped my mouth. Luke shook his head. " Angel always self harmed before. He went to the hospital one time because he cut too deep, but now he wanted to die." I stare into the darkness. "I think maybe this time it was because Noelle broke up with him." My eyes meet his teary ones.

"He loves her that much..." Luke shrugged "Maybe." I come come down to the floor and give Luke a big hug to show support. "He will be alright, the doctor will do everything to save him." My hand runs through Luke's greasy curls.

"Thats the same thing they told us when my mom was at the hospital."

Author's note:

Alright... Hello everyone nice to talk to you all again... So, now I want 20 votes on this chapter before I start writing chapter 14. Angel's life is on the line.