"Please fasten your seat belts as we are about to land. Welcome to Canada." A cheery female voice boomed from above.
As we landed I turned my phone on and I had 2 messages from an unknown number:
How could you leave your aunt like that? You should've known better.
Better hurry before it's too late.
I quickly grabbed all my stuff and made my way off the plane. I ran into a strong someone as I ran through the airport.
"Sorry." I yelled without caring to stop.
My vision began to blur with tears, I was so scared. She's my only family left, she cannot be taken from me. I ran into someone else but this time I stopped and took a breath.
"Sorry." I said and looked up into a pair of brown eyes I didn't think I would see again; other than on a screen or magazine cover.
"Violet?"
"I gotta go." I spoke quietly; not trusting my voice.
"Wait," he stopped me. I looked down not having a clue of what to say. I need to go, my mind thought.
"Can I have your number?"
"Really?" I laughed.
"That's the first thing you say to me." I shoved my iPhone to him angrily and waited. I shouldn't be angry at him but he left me. He abandoned me. He finally gave me my phone back.
"I really gotta go but it was nice seeing you." I fake smiled and ran off.
I found my car in the parking lot and drove home trying not to exceed the speed limit.
I went to my Aunt's house, he would've taken her there right? As I pulled up to the house I got a text from the same unknown number.
Oh honey that would be too easy. Try a different home more closer to your heart.
I threw my phone on the other seat and hit the steering wheel. My aunt doesn't own any other houses. My mind came to a halt. My house. The old one, where I grow up in. I turned out of the driveway and sped off.
I hadn't received any messages but I saw an unfamiliar car at the house next door. That was his house. So many good memories there and here. Being at my old house made me want to cry. I pulled out the spare key of the house from my purse. Chills overcame me as I flickered the lights on. I walked into the living room and the sight made me freeze. I've never screamed so loud in my entire life. My aunt was dead. Blood all around her. (Sorry, I won't go into detail.) I didn't know what happened until someone hugged me and dragged me away from the scene. I didn't know I was crying until the person's shirt became wet. Why was everything always taken away from me. Why couldn't I have one good thing in my life?
"Violet? Violet? Breathe Violet." The voice spoke I wiped my eyes and looked up. I was met with the familiar brown eyes. I didn't care.
"Why is everything taken from me Justin?"
"I don't know, V." V, my old nickname. Only he and my mother called me that. I hugged him tighter. Someone had called the police because I was being approached by a man in a suit.
"So sorry for your loss, do you mind coming down to the station for an interview." He spoke.
"Give her a break! Are you blind? It just happened and she's not up for it." Justin spoke for me; overprotective as always.
"Justin, calm down he's just doing his job." I said putting my hand on his chest considering we were still in a semi hug.
"Where's this station?" I spoke, my voice cracking.
"I can give you a ride." The officer offered.
"I'm coming with you." Justin cut in.
"Let's get this over with."
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"So you just got these texts and you showed up and she was dead?" Detective Lee cleared up.
"Yeah," they had taken my phone for evidence. I don't believe I'll be getting that back anytime soon.
"Alright, you guys are good to go and we will be in touch." He dismissed us.
I know how cops work; in a week if they find nothing this will be a cold case and I'll be left with nothing but a body to bury again. We walked out Justin's hand on my back guiding me to the elevator. I wish my mom was here, she would know just what to say or try to make me feel better. I started to cry again. I'm so sick of doing that. Crying. It made me seem so weak.
"Hey, you're gonna be okay." Justin spoke before hugging me.
"I don't haven't anyone left Justin, I'm not eighteen for another month I'm going to be put in foster care. And even after that. What am I gonna do?" I was just glad that school was over.
"We'll think of something. Come on, you're coming home with me." I didn't have a choice or the energy to argue. I hadn't forgot what he did to me but I didn't have anywhere else to go and I missed him.
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"Sorry about her, she just misses you; and me I hope." Justin remarked about his mom
"Okay so you can sleep in my bed and we can go get some of your stuff tomorrow but for now you can wear these." He said while handing me a pair of basketball shorts and a big black tee.
"Wearing your clothes just like old times." I smiled weakly. He laughed.
"In fact I think I still have the red Hollister hoodie you gave me in the eighth grade." He laughed again and I joined him. I walked to his bathroom, his house hasn't changed much. I quickly changed and tied up my hair. I looked in the mirror, I was a mess. I washed my face. Trying to ease away all the events from today. I placed the soft towel back on the countertop and picked up my clothes. Making them neat and went back into Justin's room. He wasn't in sight so i went downstairs and found him asleep on the couch in the living room. Someone must have been tired because that was fast. I went to the kitchen and got some water. I hurried upstairs and quickly got under the comfy comforter and closed my tired eyes.
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