I sat on the couch thinking as Harry make us dinner. What happened to my mom? What happened to my sister? Who did this? Why?
Questions darted around my brain. Questions that didn't have answers. Yet. I was determined to find out who did this to us.
But there were more important things that had to be taken care of. Like my father. And my step-mom.
"Harry." I said standing up. "I'm going to call my father. I'll be in the bathroom." He nodded understanding my need for privacy.
I closed the door behind me and pulled out my phone. I searched my contacts for my father's number. My finger hovered over those two words. 'From here'.
"Daddy!!" My four-year old self cried as he chased me around the house. "Stop it!" He laughed as he caught up to me and picked me up. He held me close to his face. I giggled as he kissed my nose.
"I love you daddy." I said grinning.
"How much?" He replied with a big smile.
"To the moon and back." I said, quoting a book he read to me every night. "How much do you love me, daddy?" I asked as he set me down.
"From here." He said. I looked at him funny until he grinned and grabbed my hand. "Let's see what's for dinner, yeah?"
"Ok." I said happily following him into the kitchen.
I never understood what he meant. But that was my best memory of him. He started becoming distant a few months later. It took 13 years for him to leave. I swore when he walked out that day that I'd hate him forever.
But I still find myself loving him.
I pressed those two words.
"Hello, this is Daniel." I heard his voice say.
"Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks." BEEP.
I sighed. I tried again and again. Finally on the fourth try he answered.
"What?" He said irritably.
"Uh, it's Brandin." I said quietly.
"Oh, hi honey!" He said in a fake-happy voice.
"Dad I have something important to tell you." I said.
"What is it? I didn't forget to give your mother something, did I?" He asked obliviously.
"No dad." I said.
"Then what is it?" He asked getting more serious.
"It's mom and Michaela." I said quietly. "They, um..."
"Brandin..." He said. "You can tell me."
"Michaela's dead." I said slowly.
"She's..." I heard him collapse into a chair. "H... how?"
"She was murdered, dad." I said quietly closing my eyes. Silence.
"Are you ok? Is your mother ok?" He said after a while in a pained voice.
"I'm fine. I was... out. Mom- she's missing."
"She's WHAT!" He exclaimed. "I'm coming out there." Now you decide to come.
"Oh, what am I doing? Where are you staying? In the house?"
"NO! Uh, no. I'm staying with my uh, boyfriend." I said.
"Your... boyfriend." Dad said.
"Yes, you may have heard of him. He's Harry Styles. Of One Direction."
"Yeah, introductions can come later. I'm booking a ticket now. I'll be there tomorrow."
"K." I said.
"Hang in there, sweety." He said. I could hear the tears in his voice. I nodded choking up.
After we hung up I walked out of the bathroom. Harry was setting the table. He looked up as he heard me enter the room.
"He's coming out." I said simply throwing my phone on the couch. He didn't say anything. Just nodded.
His phone rang just then. He looked at me. I nodded and motioned at his phone. It's not like I needed anything.
"Hello?... Yeah... ok... we'll be right there!" He hung up. "C'mon, they think they've found something." I darted out the door, Harry following quickly behind.
"What's up?" I demanded as we drove off. "Where are we going?"
"They have a lead on your mom." He said. "They said someone left a note at the door of the police station last night."
"Do they know who? They could know who did this!" I was so excited.
"They don't know." I deflated. "But they still have a note. I don't know what it says, though, so we'll have to wait until we get there."
"Then hurry up!" I yelled smacking the dashboard quickly. We arrived at the station a minute later. Before the car was stopped I'd jumped out.
"Hey, hold on!" Harry shouted chasing after me. "You may want someone with you."
"Whatever, I just want to get there. They could find my mom!" I probably sounded like a child, but I didn't care right now. We half walked half jogged to the desk.
"Can I help you?" The officer asked lazily.
"I'm Brandin Grass. This is Harry. Styles." I said quickly. The officer perked up.
"Oh, right this way." He motioned to a door behind the desk. Harry grabbed my hand and led me to the door. We went in and came face to face with Officer Ackmen.
"Brandin." He said. "Harry." He motioned for us to sit down. After we were all seated, he opened a drawer and pulled out a bag with the word "EVIDENCE" streaked across it in red.
"This was found at the door of the station this morning." He said opening it.
"What does it say?" I asked eagerly. Harry squeezed my hand.
"All in good time." The officer said. I almost rolled my eyes. He pulled out the paper. "I must warn you, it doesn't say much. But it says enough."
"Ok." Harry began. "Will this really help though? Don't get our hopes up." He warned.
"It'll help, Mr. Styles." Ackmen said shooting him a glance. "Just let me read it."
"Ok, ok." He muttered. Ackmen held up the note. It was small, almost like a sticky note without the sticky part.
"Not significant in size." He said. Obviously. Just read it.
"Just told her the other girl and Daniel were dead. Wasn't that hard to get her to come."
I clenched my jaw.
"Why would mom believe that I was dead? Why would she care that dad was dead?" I demanded standing up.
"Brandin, calm down. We don't know." Ackmen said. "We had it examined from prints -- which there were none -- to the paper company all the way to what kind of pen was used. It lead to dead ends. But we're doing all we can. Just though you should know that we have something."
"Can I have that note?" I asked suddenly.
"Um, it's evidence, we don't usually give it away..."
"What more could you need it for? You said you did all you could!" I said. Harry stood next to me and put his arm around my waist.
Ackmen seemed to be thinking. Finally he nodded. "Ok. You can have it, though I don't see why you want it."
"Thank you so much." I said taking it from him. I could tell Harry wondered why I wanted it. I'd be questioned in the car.
"You may go. You probably have a funeral to plan." Ackmen said nodding towards the door. I stiffened. I did have a funeral to plan. Maybe dad will help with that. I nodded curtly and followed Harry out to his car.
"Why do you want the note?" The inevitable question came.
"It's the first thing that will lead me to my mom." I said. "I want it to remember."
"Why do you want to remember this?" He asked. I looked at him.
"Why do we want to remember anything?" I asked rhetorically. He shrugged, realizing my point. I hugged him.
"I'm sorry for being an idiot to you, Harry. I'm just..." I faded off realizing what I'd been doing to him, how he'd put up with me.
"You don't have to be sorry." He said coming over to hug me. "I may not understand, but I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to be here for you, and I kick myself everyday for not being able to help you more."
"You shouldn't beat yourself up about it." I said into his chest. He rubbed my back and pulled away.
"I'm going to sleep. It's been a long day." He said. I nodded.
"I'll go soon." He headed down the hallway and I pulled out the note. I was examining it when I noticed a small mark at th bottom of the paper. The cops must have missed it because Ackmen never mentioned it.
I gasped when I realized what it said.
"-M." Michaela's first initial. This was deeper than I thought.
All of a sudden my phone buzzed. I was getting a text. I opened it and what I read shocked me.
"I see you have the note. You'll be getting more than a simple paper soon enough. All in good time, bitch. -M."
Basing this on a show you may or may not watch... Pretty Little Liars? Hope you like it! It's not too great, I know, but.... whatever. Just some thoughts ;)
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