This chapter is from Elijah's point of view, so that means that I'll shut up for the next two chapters. See ya soon! -xxx- Eliza
She gave me her number. I don't get it, I've been around girls before but I've never felt like this. Is this that feeling everybody can't stop talking about? Can I finally know what the fuzz is about? Is this love? It must be, it's everything they say it is, it's warm, it's happy, it feels good. I like it. With Eliza's number clamed in my hand I walk home, hoping Lewellynn (my brother) was still drunk and sleeping in some bar across town. As I open the door to our apartement complex I try to listen if I can hear sound coming from my apartement, nothing. When I open the door and look in I can see Lewellynn with the most anoying smirk on his face.
'I can see you've met someone.' Great, he's reading my mind again.
'I hate it whebn you do that.' I know saying this won't help, but at least I'm saying something.
'She's pretty. You've got her number! Boy, o boy, how jolly.'
'Stay out of my head, Lewellynn.'
'You're acting like quite the big guy, considering I'm the guy that is giving you a roof over your head.' I really, really can not stand my brother.
'You do know that the blood sack in your purse is leaking, I can smell it from over here. You're lucky it didn't leak trough your purse, if you're walking around with blood dripping out of your purse people will start asking questions.' Shit, it must have broken when my bag fell. Why didn't I notice it? Now I can smell it, but that is not helping in anyway watsoever.
'It's not a purse it's a bag, did al the booze make you blind or something?' I shouldn't have said that, I made him mad. He grabs me by my neck and throws on the floor. If he would've hit me just atiny bit harder he would crash me right trough the floor.
'I could kick you out any minute, you skunk.' He could, but he won't.
The rest of the day I've spend laying there, on the ground, until I was able to stand straight. When I stood on my feet again I felt like I was starving. Great, fridge is empty, I geuss Lewelllynn ate it al. Alright, let's hunt.
I've red in the yellow pages that there's a hospital just out of town, first things first, let's find a place that sells maps at 5 o'clock in the morning.
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