Lost And Found

Chapter Two

The ride was completely silent until we arrived at what I am guessing, is Darien’s house. Pulling up into the driveway I see two Mercedes Benz that mirrored Darien’s car. I started to think that normally I would feel self conscious about these cars. I never had any money to buy myself anything so to see a family with a big house and three Mercedes Benz of course, I would feel self conscious. However, remembering that I still had Lonnie’s blood all over me causes me to forget about how self conscious I really am.

         Exiting Darien’s car I cover my t-shirt hoping that no one can see the blood all over it. Following a stone path, Darien and I entered through the back of house because I did not want his neighbours or his parents to see me. I am certain no one in this neighbourhood wants to see blood on anyone’s shirt, especially Darien’s parents. They would not want to see their son bring home a girl who looked like she just came from a murder scene. It sends a bad message to them, I think.

         Turning my attention back to Darien I notice that he has already led me to his backyard. Looking at my surroundings quickly I snap back to reality when Darien whispers in my ear, “Give me your hand. We are just going climb up the tree and make sure not to fall."

         Nodding, I grab his hand as we climb the tree. Nervously, I do my best not to look down but his room was on the second floor so, of course, I am going to look down and see how high I am. Swallowing my fear I finally reach the top and step off the final fray branch that allowed me to enter into Darien's room. Feeling relief I smile but soon it disappears when I see that I have blood all over my shirt.

         Regaining my balance and state of mind I am finally able to get a good look around Darien’s room, which is an image in blue and red. Toronto Maple Leaf, Toronto Blue Jays and Toronto Raptors were all over his room allowing me to guess he was a giant sport fan.

         "WOW! You really like your sports don't you?" I said as I admired the signed jersey of a player, to whom I did not recognize, on the wall.

         Nodding, Darien laughs as he hands me a shirt indicating me to switch into since my current shirt was covered in Lonnie’s blood. Grabbing the shirt I rush to the bathroom where I find a private place to change. Once the shirt is on, I look in the mirror and realize I am wearing a Raptors shirt that was clearly brought from the Air Canada Centre. Self consciousness was back since this is about a fifty dollar shirt. Fifty bucks is a meal for a month at the home.

         Shaking my head, I ignore my feeling allowing me to enter back into reality and exit the bathroom only to spot Darien on the computer. Walking up slowly I try not to make any noise. Looking at the screen I see he is on an FBI website.

 Confused I quietly ask, “What are you looking at?”

         Darien jumps at the sound of my voice as he grabs his heart. Giving him my best apologetic face, he starts to breathe again and explains, “This is a website my dad uses for work. He works for the FBI in the United States, but was transferred here to Canada after the murder statistics went up. So now he works for some company here in Toronto, but he’s still considered an FBI agent. That is why he still gets to use all the FBI sites.”

         Nodding my head I start to understand. I was lucky to have Darien on my team since he knew so much about crime.  I am starting to think that he may watch to much Criminal Minds on his days off.

         “So what are we searching up?” I asked curiously.

Turning from to the screen to face me he says, “I looked up your name and found the man that abused you...”