The Boy with the Vans

Chapter 15

I was woken up by sunlight landing on my face, slowly opening my eye I wiped the hair off my face and sat up.

I threw on a pair of sweats and rushed downstairs to see suitcases by the door, I bit my lip at the thought of them leaving and walked into the living room to see everyone sitting there.

Nash had his hands folded as he stood up and greeted me with a hug.

"Are you guys leaving?" I crinkled my nose burying my face in his neck.

I pulled back looking at his face and saw tears in his eyes, along with the others.

"I wish you didn't have to leave." I sat down on the couch on the corner and sighed.

"I'm sorry...especially at a hard time like this." Hayes wiped a tear coming to sit next to me.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Iris...really, truly sorry." Nash took my hands in his.

"Ummm okay?" I replied weirded out.

"I just can't believe it happened.. he was too young.." Carter put his face in his hands as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Who?"

All the guys looked up at me.

"Iris...your..your brother. Haven't you heard from your family?" Aaron walked over to me and looked me in the eyes.

"What about him? Did he get caught leaving the house? Oh this is going to be--"

"He... he died in a car crash." Aaron glanced down at his feet.

"W-what..?" My heart just shattered.

Patrick...

"A semi truck was going faster then the speed limit and just..it just swerved right into him.. He died in the hospital at 2 am this morning." Taylor looked up at me sadly.

"No..no..NO! THIS IS ALL WRONG!" I stood up furiously and stormed out of the living room.

"How did you not know?" Aaron chased after me.

"My mom.. MY FREAKING MOM.. I HATE HER. I WANT HER TO DIE." I scream grabbing my penny board and storming out.

• • •

The boys let me be.

I penny boarded to a park and sat on the bench, silently sobbing.

How could this of happened?

Why was the truck driver so stupid?

Why was my mom such a bitch about not telling me?

More importantly, what about my dad?

I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed his number, pacing back and forth as it rang.

"H-hello?" I mumbled into the phone.

"Iris? Oh thank god." my dad huffed.

"Dad...Patrick..?"

"I know sweetie..."

"How come you didn't text me...how come mom..."

"Mom has nothing to do with this."

"Does she even know?"

"Of course she does hun."

"Does she even care?"

"I haven't heard from her.."

"So either she's devastated, crying her eyes out or she doesn't give a shit?"

"Iris.."

"No, it's all good. Typical mom for you, doesn't care about her REAL kids only the ones she has with a young, rich guy."