He's my Brother?!

A scarred freshman, Harper Johnson, was the biggest One direction fan ever- her favorite being Harry. She used the music they sang as an escape from her abusive dad, Travis Johnson. Like the average fangirl, she lie in her bed all day checking Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and Youtube and trying to get One Direction to notice her. But finally, after winning a contest, she wins a trip to LA to see a Little Mix concert. But what will happen when on the plane over, she sits next to her idol and life saver, Harry Styles?

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5. Sunday

“Harper what are you doing?” Josh asks confused.

I continued typing. I’ve known this person for two days and I’m showing him a part of my past I haven’t showed many people.

“Who’s Emily Framely?”

“It’s pronounced Framily.” I correct him.

I scroll down until I find the article I’m looking for. I knew it is going to shock him, but I don’t what he will do. The usual reaction are just shock then ignoring me, feeling pity and stuff being awkward later, or, the most common, never talking to me again. I had a very strong feeling he was going to do the most common. I get chills when I finally find the article I’m looking for.

 Girl Starved, Beaten, and Raped Found Outside on Huntersville

 The missing person, Emily Framely (12), was found this Sunday outside on

 Huntersville by Derek Higgs. She appeared to be beaten, starved, and raped. Police found

Emily and she immediately pointed to a cabin on a hill. In further

investigation on the cabin, police found an unidentified body assumed

 to be beaten the death with a hammer.

She is recovering in the hospital and doesn’t have brain damage, even

after also have been beaten with a hammer.

I felt tears coming down my face as I read the last line.

“Why are you showing me this?” Josh asks.

“I’m Emily and the unidentified body was my sister, Eve.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t know” He said. This is a weird reaction. No one has ever acted in real sympathy. He had tears in his eyes as I closed the web page and walk out the door.

I hear the bell ring signaling me to get to my next class. I go by my locker to pick up my books for Literature. I wipe away my tears when I figure out why people are looking at me weirdly. I’m glad I didn’t where any makeup today. I go into class and notice I’m the only person there. I look at the things on the board. I turn in my homework, which was to write notes on chapter six of The Prince and the Pauper and write a summary of the chapter in 100 words or less.

 I do the warm-up which is to answer the easy question, ‘What language did King Henry ask a question to Tom to see if he was crazy for saying he was a pauper in? I write the answer down on a piece of notebook paper. 

~

The next two days were filled with Josh asking me loads of questions I did not want to answer.  Finally, Friday dragged by, but I wasn’t thinking about school, I was thinking about this Sunday. This time Sunday I would be on a first class plane straight to LA. I  will be sipping on Ginger Ale and eating ‘lightly’ salted peanuts. I would away from this and on my way to see the girl who is going to be married to my life saver.

I’m so excited I could scream. I walk to my car through the crowded parking lot. When I get home, I pack me bag. I pick out a few outfits. This is one of the only times I will be looking my best. I call my grandma to tell her the news and ask if ok if I miss church this one time.  She agrees that the day will be a big day for me.

 I fix some dinner for myself. I at least try to eat healthily even though it costs more.  I make a Ceaser salad with olives, cheese, chicken, and some rice of the side. After that I try to get my homework done but I just can’t sit still! I’m going to see Little Mix in concert!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tell myself I’ll get it done later.

  I’m watching How I Met Your Mother, when I hear a knock on the door.

“Harper, can we talk.” He yells through the door. I get up and pause Netflix. I open the door and see Josh shivering.

 “What is there to talk about” I say to him sadly. I’m starting to regret showing him the article.

“I know this is hard to tell about, but can you tell me the whole story?” He asks innocently.

“Well… Why do you care anyway?” I ask suspiciously.

“I-I just was curious and-and I’ve been thinking about it a lot… and” I cut off his rambling.

“I was 12 and Eve, 9. I was with my sister so we were inseparable. We never fought, we always played together, and I never looked down on her. I was always her protector” I close my eyes and imagine it and say out loud what I saw.

 The tether ball swung around the pole as we batted at it. I miss it purposely to let her win.

“Emily! Don’t let me win!” Eve yelled at me laughing.

“I’m not! I’m trying my hardest.” I say back. I know I have a lot of homework, but I knew, for some reason, playing with my sister was needed. It all happened so quickly. A man came out of the bushes and grabbed Eve. He had been watching us play. When he saw me, he knew I was old enough to tell the police, so he took me too. He threw us in the back of a van and drove us away. Eve was crying and I was trying to comforting her without crying myself.

He drove on a bumpy road for a long time. Eve slept in my lap, somehow. I’m glad her last times in daylight were happy. 

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