Strings Of Fate

Chapter 25: Actions and Consequences

                         Angel dug his nails into the side of the door, the action reminding him of the mild stinging pain in his arm. But the blood wasn't noticeable, the wound probably closed up by now since it was so small. But he would have to clean his arm later.

His heart thundered in his chest and it was so loud in his ears he hardly heard his name being called from beside him.

"Anthony!" His brother yelled for the third time, finally getting a reaction from his blonde brother. He looked in his older brother's direction and realized the car was parking in front of a familiar looking house. His heart jolted when the engine was turned off and he suddenly found it hard to breathe.

Aaron noticed the sudden lack of color in Angel's face and gently reached over to rest a hand on his shoulder. Angel flinched at the initial contact but reminded himself that it was only Aaron. His brother looked at him with heavy concern, he never knew why his brother flinched away when being touched sometimes but he always figured it was because of his childhood. Little did he know that was only half the problem.

"It'll be okay." Aaron soothed gently. Angel sighed heavily trying to calm himself down. Angel met his brother's darker brown, almost black eyes and took in his reassuring smile. The high he got from the angel dust was wearing off so his anxiety was coming back at him at full force. He was only glad that Aaron was here to help calm that anxiety.

"R-right..." Angel muttered in a breathless response as if he'd just run a marathon. Aaron nodded, taking his hand away and leaned over to his door. He gave one last look to his younger brother, a quiet look of reassurance before opening the car door and slipping out into the driveway. Angel hesitated for a moment before following his brother's lead.

As he stepped out into the driveway he looked at the familiar house. Among most of the houses on the street, it had a bright color to it, this one being turquoise. The yard was maintained but the grass was a dull green likely due to the rolling in cold and not being able to water it as much. The bushes that lined the window at the front of the house were the same and elegant white curtains covered the window.

Aaron was waiting for Angel at the front door, both hands resting in his pockets. Angel swallowed the forming lump in his throat and trudged up to the front steps beside his brother.

He watched Aaron fish out the keys from his pocket before sticking them into the door, a soft click was the final thing Angel heard before his brother glanced at him asking in a soft tone. "Ready?" Angel shrugged, holding himself.

"Ready as I'll ever be..." He mumbled. Aaron turned the knob opening the door as soon as the door opened both of them ducked at the oncoming sandal flying over their heads.

They both looked at the women in the hallway ready to tear whoever was there apart. When she saw just who it was she quickly lowered her other sandal. Angel stood behind his brother awkwardly as he slipped into the hall. Angel retrieved the sandal before heading in as well, closing the door behind them.

The woman that had thrown the sandal was none other than Sarah, Aaron's now fiance. She hadn't changed all that much from the last time he'd seen her. Her skin was still a light brown but not enough to actually call it 'black'. Her hair was curly and dark and it rested up in a high bun. Her dark brown eyes were still as fierce as ever and she still wore that red lipstick. She just looked a little older with time but not much, only a few wrinkles around the mouth.