The itch to find out what really happened to my dad grew. The next morning I was eager to text Lawrence about what happened last night. I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know what step to take next. A sound of ringing broke the silence of my room. It was a number I didn’t know.
“It’s Jenna,” she said coldly.
Just the person I needed to talk to. I personally didn’t want to but I have no choice. There’s a part of me that really despises her but I guess that blood relation makes it less painful to be around her or talk to her.
“Hey Jenna, listen…” I said with a stern voice. I expected her to say something in that cold voice of hers but she stayed quiet.
“…We need to meet up soon. There’s something I really need to tell you and I’d rather it be in person.”
Jenna let out a sigh before she said, “I know. I had a feeling, which is why I was compelled to call you for some reason. I didn’t want to… but—“
I stopped her mid-explaining because I knew exactly how she felt. “I know Jenna, no need for explanation. Where should we meet?”
“I know the perfect place.”
So here I am looking at a stack of oranges while waiting for Jenna. So the perfect place would be a supermarket. I guess it could be a good cover story; I could already imagine it. “Where were you Brooke?” “Oh just at the supermarket because your pantry is full of food so I just decided to browse for some more, no big deal.” Just when I was thinking of more excuses there was a light tap on my shoulder.
“Fond of oranges?” said a familiar voice, it sounded blond and sarcastic. I turned around knowing it was Jenna. She was dressed in a pink jogging suit like she was ready to run a marathon. She noticed me judging her outfit and she rolled her eyes and said, “Let’s just get on with our business please.”
We slowly walked down the freezer isle as I told her what happened to me last night. How I saw our dad, how he explained why we’re half-sisters, and how he almost told me how he died. Throughout the whole time I was telling her, Jenna had on a good poker face, totally emotionless. I figured she was just trying to process it all in her tiny brain. Now we’re walking down the snacks isle in complete silence. I stopped walking and turned to Jenna.
“Now what?” I said almost desperate.
Jenna looked down, this time her face changed this time her face looked as if she was in deep thought. Her head propped back up and her eyes began to dilate. Then she raised her voice,
“NOW WHAT?! NOW NOTHING! I’M DONE WITH THIS. THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WE SHOULD DO! OUR DAD IS DEAD. WE HAVE SOME FREAKY BLOODY PSYCHIC POWERS THAT I DON’T EVEN WANT! BEFORE YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE, I WAS LIVING IN COMPLETE UTTER PEACE. STOP PRETENDING TO BE SHERLOCK HOLMES, THIS IS ALL BULLOCKS!”
She stormed away running as fast as she can towards the exit. At least her jogging suit was put to use. I stood there stunned. I felt abandoned. I have to go through this alone. No way am I going to force Jenna to help me and my Sherlock Holmes adventures. Unlike her, I want answers; I need answers. I was standing in front of the supermarket figuring out my next move. Then it hit me, Lawrence. I whipped out my phone and began to text him
- Where r u rn?
- Work. Why?
- I need you.
I sounded desperate even though I didn’t want to. I had no one else to turn to. Hopefully Jenna didn’t get to him first. I became impatient waiting for his reply so I headed home. Just about halfway home my phone buzzed.
- Meet me at the supermarket near your house.
I rolled my eyes and thought, “What’s with the supermarket?” I turned back around and headed back to the supermarket as fast as I can. I saw him standing in front of the entrance, phone in his hand. He looked jumpy and anxious. As he saw me approach him he didn’t even give me a smile.
“Thanks for meeting with me I—“
He held up his hand, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before he said, “Jenna texted me before you did telling me what she said to you. And I’m sorry for that. I don’t know why she’s like that… to her own sister? She never thinks of anyone but herself and I’m tired of it.” He looked sincere, his face showed sympathy towards me. “I broke it off with her,” he went straight to the point. “Well, I mean I will. I just wanted to tell you first. And I’m here if you need me.”
I was speechless. I just ruined Jenna’s life even more. As much as I wanted Lawrence to break up with Jenna, I just couldn’t let that happen not now.
“Lawrence… I can’t let you do that.”
“Why?” he sounded surprised.
“Look, I realized that Jenna’s just going through a lot right now. She may be cold and selfish but she’s weak and fragile and she needs someone right now… Please do me a favor and go to Jenna right now. Maybe you can calm her down.”
Lawrence took a minute to think about it. Soon his face looked convinced and he nodded his head, “You’re right, I’m sorry. Look, don’t hesitate to call if you need me okay?” I nodded and he walked away.
I found myself at a bookstore that was near the supermarket. I figured it was time to get things off my mind for a little. I was walking through shelves looking for something that would catch my eye. I stopped at one shelf because I saw a book that looked interesting when suddenly someone bumped into me. It was actually a hard bump that knocked me to the floor.
“WHAT THE HELL?” I yelled as I fell to the ground.
“Wow I deeply apologize, I wasn’t looking. Here let me help you up,” a hand reached towards me and I grabbed it.
“Damn right you weren’t looking geez,” I said as I was getting up.
“I really am sorry ma’am,” his dark brown eyes looked into my furious eyes. My eyes softened as he gave a small apologetic smile.
“It’s okay, I’m fine,” I said calmly. He was dressed in a suit and his hair was slicked back but his face was pretty grim. He continued to walk away and I reached out for the book that caught my attention. But when I was about to grab it, I was violently grabbed and a hand went over my mouth with a handkerchief. This person was strong and tall. I could feel this person’s left arm around my body and his right hand on my mouth. I struggled for a little while and tried to scream for help but I felt weak. That handkerchief was obviously spiked with something. Before I completely blacked out I heard a faint “shhhhh…”
My eyes fluttered open for a second I was confused. Then I recollected everything. I was kidnapped. Maybe moving to London wasn’t the best choice of my life. Ever since I came here my life has become more complicated. I started to sob. Few minutes passed and I stopped. “Get yourself together Brooke. You won’t escape crying like a baby.” I realized I wasn’t tied up or anything. I looked around and I was in an old creaky house. The wood floors needed some work and the wallpaper of the house was absolutely tacky. The wood creaked above me. There was noise from upstairs. I jumped off the couch I was plopped on and slowly walked towards the door. I crept up to a corner and peeked to where the stairs were. There were pictures on the wall, most of them looked old. Then that’s when my mouth dropped open. That’s when I realized who’s house this was. “She’s still alive? Why would she kidnap me? What the hell…?”