january fourth | neymar jr

chapter thirteen

Morgan

January 10, 22

  My head was throbbing. I had another nightmare again last night. It was about my mom, but here I was, at my dad's house, looking for my dad. Christian told me he didn't come back after yesterday. I thought he was being a little dramatic leaving in the first place, but who am I to say anything?

  Christian walked into the kitchen with me. "I just tried calling him again, he didn't pick up," he said frantically. He'd been like this all morning. I took a sip of my coffee to try to wake myself up some more. "Do you think we should call the police?" I asked. It wasn't ideal, but if he was missing and not answering our calls, than maybe it was our best bet. Christian rubbed his eyes. I could tell he was tired, too. "No, I don't think so, at least not until it's been 24 hours, that's what they say, right?" I sighed. My head hurt too much to think about it. 

  I decided to call Sierra, because I knew she might be able to help, or at least think straighter than I could. I clicked on her contact and called her. She picked up almost immediately. "Hey, how's things with your dad?" She said as soon as she picked up. I told her that he went off, but I hadn't talked to her at all this morning, which meant she didn't know he was still gone. "He's still not here," I said, watching Christian walk in to the living room and lay down on the couch. 

  "Seriously?" She said. I didn't say anything in response. "Can you come over, please? My head hurts so badly," I said, going into a whispering tone for what I said next. "Christian's going a little bit insane, and I feel bad, but there's not a whole lot I can do," I muttered. Christian looked at me, and for a second I thought he heard what I said about him, but instead he said, "if I would've known you had a headache, I wouldn't have asked you to come," he frowned and laid back down.

  "Yeah, I'm on my way. Be there in 10. Hey, not to add to your stress or anything, but you're like #1 trending on Instagram and Twitter. VS posted about you going to New York," she said. My eyes widened. I hadn't even looked on Instagram or Twitter this morning. "Come on," I groaned. "Sorry, I just had to let you know. I'll be there soon," she said. "Bye C," I said and hung up the phone. 

  So here I am, in my dad's kitchen, looking for my dad who ran off yesterday, moving to New York in a few days. It's a lovely position to be in, if you ask me. Sierra had told me, that after confirming with Victoria's Secret, she made sure Nike would transfer me to New York. They were happy to. 

  Christian groaned from the couch, and I walked over to him. "What's wrong with dad?" I asked, expecting him to know. "That was so out of character," I added. Christian sat up and I said beside him. "I know, I don't understand what's wrong with him," he shrugged. "I think it's maybe he's just scared, you know he really cares about you, you're like all he has left of mom," he said and I frowned. "He has you, too," I sighed. "It's not the same, though, I look exactly like dad. You look exactly like mom. You have her traits, I have dad's. That's how it's always been," he pursed his lips, probably thinking.

  "That's how it's been until we were twelve," I exhaled. Christian looked at the floor and back up with a sad look on his face. "You remind me of her, so much," he cracked a little smile. I did, too. "I think that's a good thing," I said after swallowing coffee. My head was still pounding. 

  Just then, the doorbell rang and I assumed Sierra was here. "Come in," Chris yelled not getting up from the couch. Sierra walked in and quickly took a seat next to us, not bothering to take her shoes off. She didn't have a jacket on.

  Sierra looked at me. "You look horrible," she said. My eyes widened. "You come in to my dad's house just to insult me," I laughed. "How nice." 

  "No, I mean you look sick," she giggled a little bit. Christian looked at me and nodded his head. "You don't look too good, Sierra's right," he said. "Okay, maybe I'm not feeling the best, but we need to find dad, so I'm going to pretend I'm fine," I said.