Cracks In Glass

Chapter Six

 The documents sat on my desk, as far away from me as possible. I was sitting on my bed, working on the homework that I had been assigned in the classes that I had actually attended. I wanted to do nothing more than to rush over and read all of those documents, down to every detail, but I had to keep up with my grades. I never thought about what I was going to do after high school, but I did not want to hinder any decision simply because of bad grades. My brother and sister had stayed with my parents, sure they owned their own homes but they were rarely there, always talking business with my parents.

I had thought of traveling. My parents always traveled, taking Felicia and Josh with them and leaving me with enough money to last me a year, but it was never the same. I wanted to be with them, I wanted to be taking in the foreign lands with my family. I wanted to be that family that went on adventures together and took goofy pictures and bought pointless souvenirs. But that wasn't them, that wasn't my family.

Once I finished my homework I spread the documents on the floor and began to study them, analyzing every word. It told me about Blair Sinclair, who was supposed to be a simple woman from Illinois, who came from old money just as my family had. She owned a small clothing line that supporting her, along with her family money. She had no siblings, no children and no living relatives. What was strange about Dylan's information was the fact that there was not a single picture of this Blair woman anywhere in his documents. Dylan seemed as if he were very thorough, other than not noticing me, so why did he not have a single picture? I would have to ask him about it next time I saw him.

I was analyzing the data when I heard a light knock on the door. I began to quickly gather the papers.

"One moment!" I called as I shoved them all into the closet, and closed the door behind me. Once I was sure that my room looked in order, I slowly opened the door to see Felicia standing outside it. She was wearing a different outfit, and all traces of blood had completely vanished.

"What?" I asked rudely. I did not want to talk to her, especially after how she treated me earlier. She was probably going to attempt a half-assed apology and think that it would make everything all better. But, that wasn't going to work with me, not anymore. I wanted answers, not apologies.

"I wanted to say sorry for earlier. I am going through withdrawals-"

"Save it." I cut her off. I could see shock cover her face. Sure, we were nasty with each other, that's what sister did, but we were never this rude to each other. "I don't want to hear your insincere apologies or lies, Felicia. Unless you are going to tell me the truth, save your words." I said bluntly, my eyes staring in her matching ones. I could see the shock in them, and the worry that flittered through them but her face was a perfect mask.

"Fine. But, I was going to offer for you to go to a party with me tomorrow night. It's not the normal one and it nothing like the one from last night. It is a smaller one, and more homey." I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell her where to shove her party offer, but I also knew that this was a good way to gather intel, especially if the party was on Blair's property. But, I also could not allow Felicia to think that she had won me over so easily.

"Where is it?" I asked.

"It's out of town, in The Hills." She informed, but still withholding information from me.

"I'll go, but I am driving myself in case I want to leave early. I am not going to be stuck walking back again." I firmly stated. "Text me the address." I said, before shutting the door in her face, not allowing her to reply. A few moments later my phone buzzed. I looked at the address that Felicia had sent me. 2783 Marcum Drive, The Hills. 11:00 pm. Shock filled my entire body, and then I went cold. I ran to the closet, digging through the piles of paper in order to find the one I was looking for.