Together Forever

Chapter 1

The laughing was growing louder the more I ran towards it. I could still see Jack, so close I could reach him, but once I got close to him a ravine appeared separating me from Jack.

"You'll never see your Jackson again my dear Anastasia," the voice was right behind me.

I spun around seeing the person that was trying to keep me from Jack. He was a little taller than me but about the same age. His eyes had a cunning look about them, like he knew what I was thinking.

"What do you want?!" I barked at him.

"Only you darling sister," he said kindly.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Your brother."

I woke with a jolt once he said that.

The next morning was Monday so I had to get up early to make my dad breakfast and get his lunch ready for work. This duty was left for me to do since my mom had died ten years before when I was six. My dad has never been the same since. Whenever I had tried to ask him how she died he would look at me blankly before walking away. I soon learned that my dad did not want to talk to me about this, so I figured not to bug him so much about it.

"Dad! You're going to be late!" I shouted from the kitchen.

I could hear the familiar tromp of my dad's footsteps as he walked into the small kitchen of our apartment.

"Thanks kid for making me lunch. What did I get today?"

"The usual. But," he looked at me when I said that, "there might be a little treat at the bottom," I said smiling. But my smile started to fade when I saw my dad's face. He looked like someone had hit him square in the chest. "Dad? Dad, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He never EVER gave me the look he was giving me now.

"Just fine," he choked out. "I'm going to go now. See you after work kid." He grabbed his lunch, turned with one last glance at me, and left.

Since it was still summer I had nowhere to go until I had to go to work at Safeway. But today was one of those rare days off so I decided to just make the most of my day. I grabbed the basket full of clean clothes and went to the couch and turned on the TV.

About an hour had passed since my dad had left when a pounding came from the door.

Ugh, I thought, it better not be Will.

"Anya! Anya open the door!" I started to open the door when another wave of pounding was about to start.

When I opened the door, I found Jack standing there gasping. He had a crazy look in his eyes as well as bloody gash on his face that went from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. His face was also starting to turn purple in a few places.

"Jack? What are you doing here? What happened to your face?" I asked confused.

"I don't have time to explain," Jack gasped, "but I need you to pack anything that you might need. I'll help you pack. Go pack anything you might need, I'm going to pack up some food," he said as he turned to go to the kitchen.

"Jack what the heck is going on?" I almost shouted at him. "Unless you plan on explaining why you came here I'm not leaving this apartment."

"Okay, fine," he said exasperated. "There might be some people coming after you and it's my job to keep you safe from anyone that would try to hurt you."

"Wait what? Who would try to hurt me? What did I do?"

"So many questions," he muttered to himself. "Look it's just really hard to explain. I just need you to trust me. Can you do that?" Jack looked at me and saw what he had expected.