Your Life, Your Voice, Your Reason To Be

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5. Chapter 5

I was sitting across from Zayn silently sipping my tea.  It was out lunch break and this was the only time I could truly talk to Zayn about the situation.  The situation, that's what I call it because I don't think there, is a specific word for the things that have occurred over the past week or so.  As much as I'd like to sit silent and push this situation aside, there are so many things to know.

"Sooo...” I said.

"So?  You're the one that brought me here, so you tell me," he said with a mouthful.

"There are so many questions I have for you...”

"Okay... fire away!" he said letting a small laugh.

"Will you answer them truthfully?"

"Of course, I have nothing to hide...”

'Why are you here?"

"Dang babes, getting right to it aren’t we?" he asked with a slight laugh and a wink, but the look was quickly wiped off his face after he realized the stern expression on my face was serious.

"I'm serious, why are you here?"

"Don't you think I should give you the minor details first before we jump straight for hell?"

'Okay...” I agreed.

Zayn told me a lot.  He started at the beginning.



 I was walking down the street to meet up with one of the new guys I had met from school.  I was new to this place; my family had moved because my dad got a new job offer so he packed up our stuff and made the move to a different country.  By our stuff I mean mine and his.  My mom and sisters didn't come with us, my parents used the excuse that all my sisters friends were there so it wasn't fair to them, but all my friends were there to so I don't agree with that theory.  I knew the real reason why my mom stayed behind.  It was because my parent marriage was failing because of underlying problems.  My dad and I headed across the world to the U.S and moved to a small city in California.  It was my senior year in high school and I couldn't wait to get this year over with.  I don't know what my plans are for the future college wise, but I wanted to do something with my life, do something that wouldn't only be important to me, but important to others also.

I walked up to the front door and rung the doorbell.  I was greeted by one of my closest friends since moving to this new place.  Harry was his name and he was a junior at the high school I attended. We are the same age, just different grade levels.  We had met on the school's soccer team. Both of us on the varsity team we soon found out we were very much alike.  We formed what most people would call a bromance.  He was a ladies’ man always going to the parties and the champion at beer pong, he was liked my most and respected by many, but he had a life not many people knew about.  Like me he had moved to California after some family stuff had unfolded when he was just turning 15, his freshman year.  He is now 17 and has adjusted to life here.

Harry and I never really talked about our home lives with each other; it was something we didn't want to involve each other in originally, until I uncovered one of his most tragic secrets.

I stared at the picture frame on the edge of his computer desk, not one I had noticed before.  It was of Harry and a girl.  A very pretty girl.  Harry looked to be about 13 in the picture and she looked to be about maybe 15 at the time.  She had dark brown hair that was in perfect curls falling a couple inches above her waste.  She looked small standing next to someone like harry.  She had light green almost grey eyes and light freckles that surrounded the skin on and around her nose.  The girl was beautiful.  In the picture she was wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie along with Harry standing in front of the ocean.  Their jeans were rolled up to their knees and their feet were sandy and wet obviously from playing in the water.  They both had smiles on their faces and Harry looked happier in that photograph than I had ever seen him before.  I figure it was some summer fling he had met on vacation with his family or something, but I was terribly wrong.

"Who’s this?" I asked Harry pointing to the girl in the photograph.
"Katherine...” he said.

"Did you hit that?!?" I asked jokingly, but seeing the look on Harry's face I quickly stopped laughing.

Harry took a few moments before saying "... She's my... she's my sister."

"Oh... how old is she?"

"She just turned 19 a couple weeks ago."

"Oh, well where is she?"

"I don't know..." Harry said, "and I don't want to talk about it right now."

And that was the end of that conversation that night.  After telling me about her he began to tell me a little more at a time.  Her name is Katherine and she is his older sister.  They were very close and all they needed in life were each other and they figured that out at a very young age.  They used to have the kind of sibling relationship I wish I had with my sisters.  Things were great with Katherine until her sophomore year in high school when she met James.  He was much older than her and they dated behind her parents back.  Harry had explained to me what James and Katherine's relationship was like.  It started out like any other relationship, but developed into something much worse.  He began to control not only the relationship, but the life of Katherine too.

One day when Harry was14, she ran off with James.  She told Harry she was just going on a trip with James, but he was old enough to believe her silly lie.  She was running away with him and there was nothing he could do to try and stop her.  Harry spent weeks sitting by the phone waiting for a call from her, but she never did.  He tried calling her cell phone himself, texting and emailing her, but no replies ever came.  Eventually Harry began to lose hope and gave up in thinking she would ever come home.

He had no idea where she was, but he said one day, when he was older and graduated school, he would find her.  He wanted nothing more than to be able to find his sister and that was what he planned to do.  Search the world for someone who left him so many years before.  It seemed farfetched but with the right tools she could be traced easily.

Harry began compiling information about runaways in the beginning of his senior year and because I had already graduated and wasn't going to school I had plenty of time to help him.  He read that she might have runaway to a place special to her, a place where one of her memories might have been formed, a place she would never forgotten about, so that's where I went.  Harry gave me some money and sent me on my way.

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