All Chapters of The Heaven Hill Generations Series: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

DaltonIt's a shitty day, cold with rain, almost freezing, coming down in sheets atop the garage. Hard to believe it's almost April, but sometimes our worst weather is in March. No one speaks over the noise, preferring to not wreck their voice, not even the radio we have playing in the background can be heard. "It gets much colder out there and we'll be fucked."It's shameful to admit, but I can't tell if it's Tyler or Caelin speaking to me. They both sound the exact same now that Caelin's balls have dropped. Shit, I mean gotten a little older. Sneaking a peak in between the spot my arm makes, I see it's the younger of the two."True." I turn so we face one another. "What are you doing here today? I thought you were at the clubhouse?""I was told to bring you this phone."My gaze moves down to the iPhone he holds in his hand. I eye it like it's a snake. "The fuck you bringing me a phone for?"He shrugs. "Just do as I'm told. You should be getting a call in the next halfh

Dalton"Mail call." Caelin drops an envelope on the couch in my dorm. Stepping out from the bathroom, still brushing my teeth, I walk slowly over to where he placed it. From where I stand I can see it's pink, and I truly have no idea who might send me a damn pink letter.Tilting my head to the side as I keep brushing, I see the familiar feminine handwriting undeniably Mandy's. Excitement makes me gasp, causing me to swallow a mouthful of toothpaste. "Shit," I cough, running back to the bathroom. Bending down, I cup my palm and get as much water as I can before rinsing my mouth out. Hurrying, I dry my hands off as best I can, running back out into the dorm. Walker's gone to school, so I don't feel bad when I shut the door from my room leading to his. This is private, perhaps even more than the first one. I've heard her voice now, the voice I know and love. It was full of life, and everything that makes Mandy, Mandy. It wasn't the lifeless voice I've heard over the past f

Dalton"Are you nervous?" Looking up, I see Liam standing in the doorway of my dorm. I'm doing my best not to show it, but fuck yeah, I'm nervous."Yeah.""You know she'll be okay, right?"He ambles over to the couch I have in here, taking a seat on it. He's slower than he used to be in most everything, but sitting down and getting up is hard on him. Hell, it'll be hard on all of us after we get past fifty."I always thought she would be," I admit to him. "But this last time, it scared the shit outta me.""Scared all of us, Dalton. But she's learning what she needs to, in order to have a great life.""I thought we had a great life." I pull a brush through my hair, anything to keep my hands moving."You did, you do, but you know as well as I do that mental health isn't one size fits all. You're doing the right thing here, going to visit her today."This is the day I've waited for, for so long. The day I'll finally get to see her and I'm scared as fuck. What if in th

DaltonAfter the amazing day I had yesterday, I didn't expect this one to be such shit. I overslept, was late to work, got Walker to school late, had to run back to the clubhouse to get something he left, and ran out of gas on my way to the school.Which is why I'm sitting here on the side of the road waiting for someone to pick me up. I'm in a foul as hell mood when a little sports car speeds by but then brakes and pulls a U-turn in the middle of the road, coming back to where I wait."Who the fuck is this?" Already I'm on the defensive, and I don't want to fuck with anyone today. Scratch that, they don't want to fuck with me. They come to a stop in front of my bike and get out. Tennis shoes cover the feet of the person getting out. Nothing I recognize, but then again unless they're popular sports shoes that my son asks for, I'm not noticing them. Those fucking pansy ass skinny jeans are tight against their legs, and as they get out, standing to their full height, I see

MandyIt was a miracle I held it together until I got off the phone with Walker; hearing him tell me about how this has affected him killed me. So often when you're in a situation like I am, you have to focus on your own recovery, but there are so many people in the background who get hurt.My heart is pounding, tears are running down my face. I did this to him. Me, and no one else.Looking at the bedside clock, I notice I still have a few more minutes of phone time. I pick it up and dial Dalton's number."Babe." His voice is hoarse, damaged like mine is from holding back the emotions threatening to sweep through us. "The pain he's in…""He needs to get to Doc Jones' as soon as possible," I whisper into the phone. "We'll be doing him a big disservice if we don't get him in some type of treatment.""I'll make sure I get him there in the morning. I guess I just didn't realize how fucked up he is about all of this, although I should have. He should've been my first worry."I