School was a bitch.
The bullies who had bothered Becca so much were saying awful things like what if she's dead. I hated them. I hated them so much.
It's been a week since Becca ran away...a week since our date...a week since our kiss. Dylan hasn't came to school at all this past week because he's been out looking for her and posting 'MISSING' flyers all over town. I went with him a couple of times.
I was sitting in my math class copying what was written on the board when the door flew open. Dylan ran in.
"Luke, pack up your things." He said.
"What...What's going on??" I was so confused.
"Just pack up your things! Come on, hurry up! Let's go!!" He was yelling at me in front of the whole class.
The teacher didn't argue with him. He just stepped aside and let us go without a word. We got to Dylan's Jeep and got in.
He started driving so I took it as an opportunity to ask, "What's wrong?"
"How's school?" He asked me, avoiding my question.
"Awful. Now what's wrong?" I replied.
He stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of us.
"Dylan, you can trust me."
"I got a call this morning...from Becca." Dylan said softly.
"What'd she say? Did she tell you where she is? Did she say why she left??"
"No and no. All she said was that we need to stop looking for her. She said that she doesn't want to hurt us so we should stay away."
His eyes were flooding with tears so he pulled over to the side of the road.
"She's my sister...my TWIN sister and she doesn't want my help. God, what happened to lead her to this? What was so bad that she ran away from her home, from her family, from everything...?" He practically yelled through the tears.
"Dylan..."
No answer. Just tears.
"Dylan,"
Still no answer and still just tears.
"DYLAN!" I yelled.
He looked up at me.
"We're gonna find her. Okay? We'll find her and she'll come home and you'll get to see here every single day again. You'll be able to give her hugs whenever you want again. You'll have your sister back. Okay? I promise."
He sighed, wiping his tears from his face.
"Okay..." He said so soft that I could barely hear it.
He started the car again and pulled back into traffic.
"So...where are we going?" I asked him.
"Home."
*
We got back to Dylan's house and headed straight to Beccas room. I'd never been inside her room, only Dylan's.
Her room was painted white with black accents on the walls. Her dresser was filled with photos in frames, makeup, hair stuff, and homework. Her bed was made and her nightstand had a book with a bookmark, signifying that she hadn't finished it yet. Her curtains were open, flooding the room with sunlight. The closet door was open revealing her clothes.
I picked up one of the photos. It was a family of 4. A mother, a father, a son, and a daughter.
"Is this your family?" I asked Dylan.
He looked over as I held up the photo.
He swallowed.
"Yeah...those were our parents..."
I put it down and continued to look at the rest of the photos.
"Why are we here exactly?" I asked.
"I don't know..." Dylan said.
I looked at another photo. It was a photo of Becca and her parents at her grade 8 graduation. She was holding a diploma and smiling with her mother and father beaming beside her.
Another was of just her. She had a black fit and flare dress with long sleeves on, her hair straightened, her makeup done to perfection. She was standing in the grass and was holding an umbrella. Behind her you could see tombstones. She was crying silently in this photo.
My breath caught in my throat.
'This is from her parents funeral...'
I could feel hot tears running down my face but I didn't stop them or wipe them away. All I could think about is that she might be dead and I might never get to see her again.
Dylan must've seen my tears because he came over and stood next to me.
"You're crying..." he said.
I nodded and said, "Well, why wouldn't I be?"
"I thought you were just crushing on her..."
"What?" I looked up from the picture to face Dylan.
"Luke...you're in love with her..." he told me quietly, as if any loud noises would set a bomb off.
I stumbled backwards and fell to the floor in tears. I just want her to come home. I miss her so much and I hate not knowing if she's alive or not. I don't need two people walking out on me. I don't need two people in my mind, wondering if they're dead. Dylan sat down in front of me, cautiously.
I looked at him and told him about my mother.
When I was finished he was silent.
"Luke, Becca is going to be okay. She's not dead and as for your mom she's a jerk for leaving you. You are an amazing person and you have me, Becca, your friends at school, and your dad." Dylan explained.
I could feel tears forming in my eyes again. As if on cue my phone rang. I couldn't answer it in my state so Dylan answered it for me.
"Hello, Luke's phone. Can I take a message?"
Dylan's expression stiffened.
He put the phone down and looked me in the eye.
"What I'm about to tell you...just remember that I'm here for you..." he said in a low voice.
I sat up straighter, my mind suddenly alert.
'What if it's Becca?'
Dylan took a deep breath.
"It's your dad...he's in the hospital with a coma..." He said.
I felt as if I'd forgotten how to breath. First my mom, then Becca, now my dad. I can't lose him too.
I can't.
Okay so this chapter was kinda emotional but LUKE LOVES BECCA YAY. Shoutout to Sage who writes Becca's pov I can't write this book without you❤️ Sorry for lack of updates we've been busy anyways stay strong -EMMA
