"What are you going to do now?" Evan murmured. I looked down the alleyway and sighed. It was no use, we wouldn't find the car anyway. We had been searching for a couple of hours, just round the back streets. The alley was full of illegally parked cars but none of them where the green color I was looking for.
"Caleb, its been two years! I'm sorry but I think we should stop." Evan said it then turned away, like I couldn't hear. I turned sharply towards him. Who did he think he was? He had no idea what I had been through or what had happened.
No one did.
"I'm not giving up on my own mother if that's what your hinting at." I had my back towards him so I didn't see his painful expression. Evan had lost his mother too, in a car accident. But he had his dad. I had my foster mum and three rowdy kids. Caitlin, twelve, David, 14 and the bully, Alec, who was 17. Rachael and Jeff where ok but they weren't great to me.
"I'm just saying, what are the chances where going to find her killer? The car is probably gone by now" I flinched away from him as he said these words. He quickly tried to backtrack but it was no use.
The damage was done.
"I didn't just lose my mother. I lost everything." He looked at me, his brown hair hiding his dusty blue eyes. I could tell he understood for he bowed his head and we continued walking. I sometimes wondered if he was all there, he always hid his emotion so well behind his hair.
The Westminster streets where crowded at this time of day, men in suits, woman with prams. I tried to block it all out and focus on my footsteps. One after the other. Evan sensed my mood and we walked in silence till we came to the apartment he shared with his dad. His dad is a real estate agent. Super cool and nice to Evan. The apartment block was ugly, modern. But the inside of there apartment was comfy and cool.
I tried to smile as his dad, Ryan came to the door but it froze on my lips. Ryan looked a lot like Evan, with styled brown hair and high cheekbones. Evan waved goodbye then hurried off with his dad. Sometimes when this happened I felt like Evan was a ten-year old and I was the only fifteen year old in the world.
I tried to focus on my footsteps but it was no use. I simply couldn't think straight. What Evan had said just kept cycling through my brain. Was it time to give up the search for my mother's killer? I had been searching for two years. But I couldn't bring myself to stop. This was the one thread that held my sanity to the book of life. Ever since Dad had left it had just been me and her. And then that god awful day when the police had come... And I had known before they had crossed the threshold. The next few moths I can't remember. Therapy, anger, pain and then nothing.
Sometimes I would get flashes of seeing my dad and mum together. My mums name was Dakota Richards, my dad's Samuel Jameson. Sam was tall, with glasses and a mane of blond hair. Dakota, well she looked like me. Black hair like a raven and bright green eyes. Sam had always been so warm to him. And Dakota, well she had been a wreck since Sam died but he still loved her.
As the streets grew darker a muffled coughing came from behind me and I spun around. Standing only a few meters away was a blond girl, about the same age as me. Tall and willowy she cut an impressive figure beside me. I tried not to look into her sky blue eyes but it was no use. She looked at me expectantly and I blushed as she walked over to me. My face hardened, I wasn't letting her see weak in me. Her eyes where a strange blue, a quiet amusement held in them. Superior.
"What do you want?" I said as brusquely as I could. She noticed this and slid a business card out of her immaculate coat.
"Look I only want to say this once. You need something and I need something. This will help you. But you need to help us as well. Call when your ready." She looked at me so thoroughly that I was reminded of an X-Ray scan. As I stood a few inches taller than her I tried to impress my height.
"You know what you want. You've wanted it for two years now. I can help you get what you want but I need your service in return. You can help me I know you can." Her voice cracked on the last word and I looked down at my feet. Why did she have to be so Barbie- like! She smiled as if she could read my thoughts.
I wanted my mother back. That's what I wanted.
"How can you bring her back?" My voice shook with anger. Who did she think she was? Granting me wishes like a fairy god mother! I stalked off, my boots slapping in the mud. I looked behind me but the girl was gone. Well good riddance! I hated Barbie's and I hated her. The immaculate nails, the hair... No I wouldn't let her get to me, ignoring her was the way to go.
I reached into my hoodie pocket and brought out the black card. One word shone it like ice. I lifted my eyes slowly form the writing and let it drift from my fingers. But the words where still printed in my mind.
THE SOUTH EDEN COUNCIL OF FALLEN ANGELS.