Just a Little Pixie Dust

Wendy (Chapter 4.)

Sara had gone back to work and left me home alone with my thoughts once more. Peter thankfully was still fast asleep but now, I had something else on my mind to worry about, John. I wanted to slap him for always worrying us like he did but he just kept on doing what he wanted without ever thinking of how it would affect anyone else at all. I knew he tried to help where he could but, he caused us more problems than anything half of the time and now? Now he had charges against him again but no one knew where he was.

I wasn’t even shocked really at this point. Michael was going to have a great time trying to keep from yelling at John over this once more but we couldn’t control him really, he got involved with gangs like it was nothing half of the time and it usually left us being concerned and worried about our safety as well as his own. 

Thinking back to last time I cringed, we’d found him near death and bloodied up outside of Waker Ave, after his last gang had tried to leave him for dead after getting what they wanted from him. He never told us why he did any of this but he seemed dead set on it being something he had no choice but to do and then if he wasn’t there he was in strip clubs all the time. Peter was too young to hear about that all the time, always being told his Uncle was in yet another strip club? It was disgusting.

I knew my baby brother was better than that, hell Sara knew it too but we couldn’t figure out why he did this. It shocked me day after day realizing that Sara ended up better off than him in the end when everyone agreed she’d be the troubled child of the family. Michael worked at a bank, I was a stay at home mother and she was an officer but then there was John, a gang member and for what reason?

Sitting down on the couch I sighed. This had to stop. We needed to find our brother and talk some sense into him before it was too late. The only thing I hoped now was that Sara would find him before any of us did because I knew we would probably kick his ass for what he’d done to worry us.