Finding a Way to You (Book One of The Finding Series, going through revision)

Chapter6

Becca's POV

Rachel picked me up like fifteen minutes later and we were off to eat lunch and just hang.

We pulled into the restaurant and glided in a parking space.

I stepped out into the brisk morning air into the parking lot of the little cafe we were eating at.

We walked in together sitting in a small booth in the back. As we waited for the waiter to appear, Rachel broke our silence.

"So, what did you want to talk about? What did you see on the computer?" She asked me with curiosity crossing her brow.

Before I could answer, our waiter walked up. He looked like he was in his late twenties and he had beautiful long brown locks, with blueish grey eyes that could make any girl melt.

His name read Sam. He flashed me a smile but kept his eyes locked on Rachel.

" Hello ladies, what can I get you today?" He asked keeping his gaze on Rachel.

I gave her a knowing look and she looked at me blushing and shaking her head.

I studied my menu and decided on a nice salad, considering I am watching my figure. Rachel tells me I'm perfectly fine the way I am, but I know better. I know that I am not skinny or beautiful, my father tells me everyday.

"I'll take a nice chef salad, and a water please? I asked Sam. He smiled and then swapped his gaze toward Rachel.

"Now, Miss what can I get you?" He said, obviously flirting. He flashed his golden smile at Rachel who's now blushing.

"Um... Um... Um... I want the Bacon Cheeseburger with extra cheese and a vanilla milkshake." Rachel replied

Wait, Rachel never eats this stuff. What's going on?

He smiled greatly and took our ordered and walked away.

"Rachel, what was that about? You never eat burgers?"

"I'm just hungry today, that's all." Was her reply.

While we waited for our food to arrive, my curiosity got the best of me so I asked Rachel.

"Okay, about what I saw on the computer. It was a file that was labeled eight year old boy being killed by a hit and run by an unknown driver and the kid's name was Matthew Matthews. Do you know anything?"

She looked at me with widened eyes and then shook her head. "I know nothing."

Something was off about her answer, but I quickly shook the thought away. The smell in here is so delightful. The coffee sent was very powerful as I took a deep breath taking it in. The place is very vibrant with the neon colors, its more of a diner than a café. The booths are a bright red and they are lined with shiny black lining on the outside of them. It kind of reminded me of an eighty's diner with the retro feel.

I could smell our food before it even arrived. Rachel's burger smelled delightful. The wonderful aroma of the crispy bacon made my mouth water. Her milkshake looked delicious and I wanted to devour it. I looked at my plain salad and felt dull as I saw Rachel devour her food glancing at Sam every chance she got. It was unnerving watching my cousin undress this guy with her eyes. Rachel is the Godliest woman I know, what is going on?

"Rache, I see the way you're looking at him. What's up?"

"Huh?" She said I obviously broke whatever daydream she was having about Sam.

"Rache, you obviously like him, go talk to him." I said eyeing her.

"Its not that easy, Becca." She said a little sadness showing in her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

She sighed deeply.

"We have been talking for a while but that's all it is. He won't tell me how he feels like he's being shady with his feelings. We met at a youth conference a while back but he must not feel the same as me." Rachel said wiping a tear from her eye.

I said nothing more and went back to my food and my mind wandered to what I saw in my computer at home.

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Jamie's POV

After leaving the hospital, I decided to pay Becca a visit. It's Saturday, why wouldn't she be home.

I walk out to the large parking lot at the hospital looking for my nice convertible and after five minutes, I find the deep read car and swiftly open the door and slide into the seat. After placing my hands on the wheel, I prayed a quick prayer asking to God to protect Becca wherever she was. That she would be safe and sound. I flipped on my radio turning it to the local christian station and I began singing along to the song playing.

'Give me your eyes for just one second, give me your eyes so I can see

Everything that I keep missing give me love for humanity'

I kept humming the song as I followed the directions on my GPS on my phone.

It took me about thirty minutes to get there from the hospital.

I smiled as I heard my GPS say destination on the right. I turned into her driveway glancing at her beautiful two story house. The brick layering on the outside is beautiful and the trees in the yard are nice beautiful oak trees.

The sun is shining beautiful and it's chilly today.

I walked up the front door of Becca's house, the odd colored front door was a weird shade of pink.

I stood there waiting to ring the bell. Why was I so nervous? I took a deep breath and rang the door bell.

It seemed like an eternity before someone answered.

The woman who opened the door was in her late fourties early fifties. Her long luscious brown chocolate locks had a few grey streaks in them. Her slight pump stature made her look older than she was. Her grey eyes had the looks of daggers in them and she looked drunk. She stared at me like I had three heads. Her voice made me tremble when she spoke.

"Who are you? And why are you here?" She hissed at me.

I shook at her words. I stuttered afraid what she was going to say.

"I'm here to see Becca? She was at the hospital the other day and I was seeing if she was okay?" I replied

"That little whore." I heard her mumble under her breath.

"I'll let her know you stopped by. I didn't get your name?" She said looking thoughtful. Something was off about her. She doesn't seem as nice as she's acting.

"I'm Jamie Matthews." I replied.

"Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'll let her know you stopped by." As she walked back to her door, I heard things I probably shouldn't have.

"Oh, I can't wait to get my hands on her! Going off and screwing guys! Next thing you know she's gonna be pregnant! I can't believe that lil slut of a daughter. I hate her!"

I gasped at the words I just heard. No wonder Becca was so broken, her mom talked to her like trash.

I walked back to my car, and began to weep. I don't know what came over me, but I was overwhelmed by sadness and it was like I could feel Becca's pain. But something told me that Becca had a bigger secret that she was keeping.