Falling Apart

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"No. I'm sorry, but I can't let you see him." "Why?" "Because I said so." "If that's your reason, then I'm sorry, but you'll need a better one. Now if you excuse me, I have a brother to find." I said, leaving.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sky said. "What do you think? I've been lied to all my life and I found out I have a brother, so no, I'm not okay. " "I'm sorry."

The rest of the ride back home was pitch-quiet. Sky didn't talk to me much, and I was grateful. After the encounter I had with my mother, I really didn't feel like talking. Once we got back to the house, it was already 7:30, so I went straight to bed.

THE NEXT DAY

When I woke up, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself some food. I saw Sky on the couch watching TV. "Good morning." "Good morning. How do you feel? " "To be honest, I feel like someone just pulled a rug from under me." "I'm sorry. So, what are you going to do now?" "Well, after I eat, I'm going to pack my bags and head to New York." "You have to be joking." "I said I'm going to find my brother, and that's exactly what I plan on doing." "Bella." "No, I need to find him, and I need to go alone." "No, if you go, let me go with you." "I'm sorry, but no. This is something I have to do on my own." "Okay. I completely trust you. Just be careful." "I will."

After I got done eating, I packed my bags and booked a trip to New York. The ride was about 18 hours just to get to New York. When I got to New York, I was so tired that I booked a hotel and stayed there.

THE NEXT DAY

As soon as I got out of bed and washed, I decided to look up Blake Warlock. A lot of interesting things popped up. The media said Blake Warlock is the most dangerous man alive. He has no heart and he kills innocents. If you see this man, I only have one word for you: RUN.

I got dressed and decided to walk around. I would stop anyone I came across while walking and ask them what they knew about Blake Warlock. I got a lot of good information. I did this for eight hours until it got dark. As I was walking back to my hotel, someone hit me in the back of my head, knocking me out.

          

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