Somebody that I use to know

Chapter 13

Belle's pov
My second day in this hell hole Arnold called our home. I woke up in my bed-it wasn't really mine, but Arnold wanted me to call this place my home. I sat up and saw I was the only one awake. I looked at the clock and saw it was only 4:62 a.m., so I decided to curl up, lay back down and tried to dream of Garry.

I remembered when he came over for mine and Bailey's 15th birthday party at Disney land. His parents let him come with us and mine let him share a bed with me. I slept in one day and didn't realize it. A tour guide was supposed to show me how Disney made the cool effects for there movies but I hadn't realized it. Garry came in while I was sleeping and laid right next to me. I didn't know it was him so I sat up immediately.
"Babe, it's just me," he said softly and quietly, "you slept in so the guide left without you, I wanted him to, wait but he wouldn't, so I decided not to come to stay up here with you. Now just lay back down and go to sleep. I'm here now".
He always made me feel safe about everything, so I didn't mind it. I rolled over and laid my head on his chest and curled up with him. I could feel his heart beating slowly and gently. His arms were warm and soft-every time he stroked my side, it gave me goosebumps but in that good feeling sort of way. He'd also play with my hair a little and every now and then he'd kiss my forehead and would say "I love you Belle Winston" and I'd reply back saying "I love you too Garry Anders".

I looked over and saw Garry wasn't with me. I started to freak out. "Garry?!.." I called out. No answer.
My voice echoed throughout the room and I realized I was still in basement. I curled up a little ball and start balling my eyes out. I missed that boy, I missed my family, I wish I could take back what I said and just believed the cops. But then I found out Bailey was alive herself too so was this a blessing? Bad luck? I still didn't care what it was. I just wanted to get the hell out of here with Bailey alive. I don't want either of us to end up like Kylie's sister Klover. I felt bad for her, I wish she didn't have to lose someone so close as her.
"Are you okay Belle?" Bailey asked. She must have heard me crying earlier. I hate when people see me cry.
"...yeah..." I said quietly, trying not to burst out in tears,"I'm fine, I just miss home...I miss Nick messing around with me, I miss being held by Garry, I miss mom's sweet morning songs every Sunday before church...but after 'he' took you, I stopped going, I focused on you. You have always been my main priority since day one of you being gone. I've never stopped, everyone said it was foolish or just a waste of time, that I should just let the cops do there work but they couldn't find anything so I wanted to take matters into my own hand".
I could see Bailey wanted to cry but she stayed strong for me, for Nick, for the rest of the family-she wanted to be strong for me.
"I know, you miss everyone, I do too. I've always kept a photo with me of us both by my side". She cried. I could tell this all hurt her, having her see me I'm the same position she was in 3 years ago. She knows how rough it was for her.
"Come over here," she said monitioning her hand for me to come to her bed, "I've got something to show you".
So I got up and walked over to her bed. She opened her little nightstand and showed me a picture of us at our 5th birthday party at an in-and-out burger when we went to California.
"Do you remember this?" She asked softly
I nodded my head yes. Tears started to form and my throat started to block my airways.
"I kept this with me wherever I went, I always had you with me. I never left home without it in my pocket, and I had laid my locket by you when you fell asleep crying too. I keep everything you give me" she added, talking quieter.
"Let go of us you sick bastard! You can't do this to us!" A voice screamed from upstairs.