Chapter 5

The streets of Wales were cold. So cold that Death felt a shiver travel from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Out of all the places across the earth Dillion could have been it had to be the cold winds and rainy days of the UK.

She had to admire Wales though, the scenery here was breathtaking with gorgeous grassy mountains with waterfalls that create the most refreshing rivers down below. A real treasure to have.

Walking the streets she didn't expect to feel so alienated, everybody looked at her with fascination and annoyance as if she wasn't welcome there.

Maybe she had dressed up too much for the estate, but looking over her outfit choice she was only wearing a tidy pair of jeans, a neat blouse, platform black boots and a large coat to top the look. Maybe it was her hair.

Feeling a little self-conscious Death tried to discreetly flatten down her hair.

"Oi, babes! Where you off en?" Shocked at the loud and obnoxious shout that came from a group of young men she had just passed, she look back at them.

Staring at the young men she had no idea why they were talking to her "Does my business here concern you?"

The boys looked amongst themselves before sniggering under their breaths "Here on business are you love? Then who is lucky enough to get your business?"

These idiots, bursting out in laughter they kept rocking back and forth as if they weren't able to control their bodies.

Shacking her head she endured, thinking this was a good moment to use to her advantage she decided to make it count.

Strolling closer to them they stopped laughing once they realised she didn't just walk away, this even left me baffled for a few seconds.

"You see I'm looking for a young man called Dillion Jones, do you know him?"

At the mention of Dillion all of the boys lost their usual sparky attitude and went defensive.

One of the quiet boys who had remained at the back of the group suddenly stood up, his emotions were clear on his face, he knew Dillion.

"What do you want with my brother?" His arms moved so vividly as he showed his frustration through his gestures.

This did shock her as she didn't expect him to be so hostile at her presence.

Many questions floated around her mind, but the main one was would this young man allow her to enter his home and meet his brother.

The boys behind Dillion's brother all tried to calm him down and lead him away from her. It was obviously a touchy subject for the boy talking about his hurt brother, realising this she decided to take a different approach.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say something that would upset you, I was told to come to see Dillion Jones. I'm here to be his carer." The group of boys thought deeply.

Dillion's brother in particular showed distrust "Who are you? And I though they said we wasn't entitled to one."

Putting on her most charming smile she held her hand towards the young man to shake his hand "Pleasure to meet you, my name is.."

Stopping herself quickly she realised she couldn't even say her own name. If she said she was death there was no way they would take her seriously and allow her to enter the home.

"Raven, and it seems they made a mistake, after re-evaluation they realised you were and decided to send me to help."

Nodding his head absentmindedly he felt a relief at the fact his brother now had somebody to care for him through the day while he wasn't at home.

"My name is Michael, I'm sorry about earlier. I hope you don't think I'm some street thug." Now thinking about the way he acted Michael felt extremely embarrassed.

The feeling was mutual for his group of friend behind him who all had light blushes across their cheeks as they lowered their heads to try and hide it.

Holding no grudges against the group of boys she shock her head vigorously from left to right "No.. no, of course not. I understand your brother has been though a lot, because of this your guard is higher than others. If anything that's better than being clueless. Regardless, should we go and see Dillion?"

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Separating from his friends Michael walked them both to the Jones' home.

On their way Michael came across many people he knew on the estate. From older women having a cigarette on their doorstep to the young children jumping on a dirty used mattress on a hill.

As they were walking past the local pub it was one man in particular who made Death feel rather uneasy.

He stunk of alcohol, cigarettes, body odour and was extremely unkept in general. His clothing was stained with patches of sweat and food. Overall he just didn't look like he meant good.

Scurrying over to them he wrapped his meaty arm over Michael's thin shoulders and pulled him toward him.

"Aye Michael my boy, you on your way home are ya? Poor Dillion is probably bored stuck in bed all day." Pouting his lips dramatically it was obvious to both her and Michael that he was mocking Dillion.

Pushing the man off him Michael had a scowl across his face, this man was not a pleasant sight.

"Get off me David, I'm busy. Nobody has time to deal with your drunken fits." With a throaty laugh David stumbled until he finally lost his balance and hit the floor.

Raven was stunned, Michael had no sympathy for the messy drunk sprawled across the floor struggling to get up.

Mumbling under his breath curses, Michael gestured wiry his hand for her to follow him and with one last glance at the drunk she carried on.

It took them little time to reach the house, but she was ready. So ready that the palms of her hands were getting clammy, it was finally time to see the damage Nrven the angel had failed to prevent.