Angel

chapter 23

~Angels pov~

A few weeks later I was allowed to leave the hospital things seemed sort of better I guess. Tom picks me up at the exit of the hospital I'm in my pajamas and no makeup and my hair is up in a messy bun. The hospital didn't allow any real pamper products, it could be a 'danger to ones self'.  "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" Tom beams and pulls me into a tight hug.

"Literally sore eyes, I look like crap." I joke quietly. The ride home was quiet neither of us really said anything. "How's Andrew?" I ask a tad bit too eagerly making tom laugh, poor Tom, he has lost so much.

"He's good, you'll see him in a few!" He winks.  We pull into the driveway and nothing seems different, same one story house with an attic. I grab my duffle bag and head inside, Tom a few paces behind. I flip on the living room light and Andrew is there holding a dozen roses in one arm and a new copy of Romeo And Juliet in the other. I drop my bag my face lighting up probably BRIGHTER than a kids' smile on Christmas Day mixed with the fireworks of the forth of July, I run up and hug him and give him a peck on the cheek.

"Thank you so much!" I smile and he hands me the roses. I instinctively smell them, they're beautiful and smell amazing.

"Did you know?" I laugh as I ask Tom.

"Yep." he teases and walks into the next room. "Okay kids, family meeting." My stomach drops Andrew squeezes my hand assuringly. We follow Tom into the kitchen and he motions for us to sit he breaks three wine glasses out of the  dish washer. I glance over at Andrew as to question what's going on. He shrugs and contently waits for Tom to join us. "Kids? I didn't give this to you." Tom winks and pores us small glass of wine. "Right?"

"Yep."

"Yep."

"Okay, so... We have lost someone dear to us, my Susie." He stops to shudder as if he could shake away the feelings. "And we almost lost someone who is also dear." I shrink into my seat and I decide now would be a good time for a drink, I hate alcohol but I hate crying more.. I take a large swig of the red tangy substance. "I know it's hard, but we need each other. Family is important, it doesn't have to be blood." He points at Andrew. "What counts is we care about one another." I take another swig, leaving roughly another sip in the glass. Andrew squeezes my fingers, trying to calm me. Andrew sips from his glass.

"I'm sorry.." I whisper. "I didn't know what to do.."

"Exactly, we all need to be more open, and he'll this old fart here" he points at himself "may actually know what your feeling. I've been around this block a few times. Just please talk to us. More wine?" He glances at me. I feel like a kid whose going to be scolded for something if they say yes. "I'm not gonna yell at you, this is time for adults." I nod my head as he pores another and I take a drink, I can feel it hitting me slightly.

"So I think that's all I have to say at the moment." He smiles slightly. "I think I'm going to take a nap." I nod my head and he gets up and leaves, leaving the wine on the table. Andrew drinks the last of his glass.

"I think the was meant for us." He smiles and points at the wine. "Do you want anymore? You've had quite a bit."

"Maybe later." I screw on the lid and we go to his house.