The Devil’s Angel

chapter 15

 Since then things have been horribly weird in the house. How about when he comes over for the holidays and we all sit down and pretend everything is fine. Anyways it always ends in a screaming match with dad on one side shouting and angry and mum beside him trying to calm him down and Noah on the other side being held back y Malcom or myself.

Driving to the prison I thik about my childhood. Noah and I used to be very close. He is older than me with juts three years but he doesn’t treat me like anyhting but his junoir borther he used to play with me and he was my hero. I loved Malcom too and we both kinda revered him because he was way way older than the both of us but our bond was differnet. We literally grew up together so you get it.. this new him that seem to be on a path to self destruct is someone I don’t know. This is not him and I tried to reach out to him, I invited him out to play rugby with me and even to parties but nothing worked I even set him up with some girls thinking he just needed to get laid and het whatever it is out of his system but nothing seemed to be working at this point I am nearly done with him because even if he wants to destroy his life he is not going to take me down with him.

I pull up into the prison and walk in.

“hey there King.. here to pick up your brother?” Officer Jesse says.

“yeah...” I sigh and he just gives me a pitying smile.

Whenever they get him they just lock him up till one of us can come and pick him up. They don’t charge him with anything because daddy paid a huge sum of money to expand the police department pension budget and that’s their own way of repaying the good deed. Nothing is free in the real world. Everything comes for something in my own world. You do something for people not just because you are nice but so you can be able to call in favors when you need it. that’s how the power dynamic works here and I know money can buy anything.

“go on in and talk to Gerald.” he points in the direction of where he is being held.

I walk further in and I see my brother in the holding cell but the door is ajar.

“Hey there King, how’s it going?” Gerald asks.

“Hi Gerald. Good, it’s good to see you.” I nod at him.

He looks at me starstruck.

“How’s your lovely wife? Cassie?” I ask as I sign the release papers.

“she’s doing very well thank you for asking. She’s eight months pregnant and ready to pop any moment now.” he says.

Gerald, he went to Hale high school in Malcom’s set. He was one of those straight as an arrow people who did everything right, obeyed the law and stuck to the right path and now is serving the people. He was unremarkable and faded into the background and he ended up marrying the prom queen of their set Cassie Rivers. Blonde, buxom and beauty queen according to what I heard it was a love match made in heaven.

“My regards to her. Is it a boy or a girl?” I ask.

“actually we don’t know yet, I wanted to check but she wants us to keep it a secret and make it a surprise.” he says smiling. His balding head and bright eyes make him light up with the glow of a contented man.

“okay. That’s really great. When she delivers send word so we can come with gifts for the new baby.” I grin at him.

“sure. Thank you so much. How’s this season going to be for the team?” he asks.

“good good. We are just going to buckle up some and go do our best. Hopefully we bring the championship back home.” I tell him with a confident grin.

He bobs his head excitedly and raises his fist for a bump.

I oblige and he motions for me to wake my brother up from where he is passed out.

“Noah… Noah wake up.” I shake him.

He opens his eyes slowly and looks at me confused before realization sets in.

“you’re here.” he grins and hugs me. For a minute I feel super emotional. He is his normal self with his guard let down and he is touching me willingly.

I cough and he disengage, he sighs and looks around grabbing his jacket from the floor and sliding his feet to the ground.

“let’s go...” he says.

“goodbye Gerald. See you soon.” he greets.

“bye. Hopefully not.” Gerald chuckles good naturedly.

Noah laughs. For the life of me I don’t know what is so funny. He just made a joke about him ending up here again. Honestly at this point I know he is just trying to kill himself because the f**k.

We walk outside and into the car.

He leans his head back and groans.

“I am still so drunk.” he says with his eyes closed.

“well whatever you do don’t throw up in my car or I kick you the f**k out.” I tell him.

“calm your titties.” he says.

“i am not joking with your ass.” I warn him in case he thinks I’m joking.

“so what’s up with you….. when did you get back to town?” I ask him.

“about last week.” he says quietly.

“why didn’t you tell me? Have you been back home since you got back?” I ask him and I already know the answer to that but I just want to hear it from his mouth.

“Nah. I can’t go back there.” he says.

I don’t even bother asking why because he is just going to give me one bullshit excuse on why he can’t go home or why he is avoiding our parents.