The Only Hope For Me Is You

Part 7

RIP Daniel Morcombe. I have grown up hearing stories about this poor boy's abduction, his parents hosted Australia's missing persons search in the hope they could find him alive and as years went by all they wantd was to at least know where he was buried. Last night the police announced they have charged a man nearly eight years since he went missing as a 13 year old boy- I don't think I have ever been so proud of the Australian police service and I still hope they find Daniel's body and don't just have the ability to charge the murderer/peodophile they call 'P7' in order to "protect" him.

Sorry about all of this guys, but it's a big thing... A really big thing. I love you all xx

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Wren’s POV:

I yawned and stretched, I wondered why my arm wasn’t hitting Frankie yet… I swallowed because my throat felt dry before opening my eyes, I was on a sofa? It looked a bit like Leda and Maria’s place, I’d only been a few times but I thought they sold it…

I heard my back crack as I sat up and searched for a clock- holy shit! It was ten o’clock! I jumped up, I was wearing skinny jeans and a black camisole that was drapy at the bottom, I wasn’t sure why I was wearing this.

   “Fuck guys! We have school! Get the fuck up!” I yelled and raced to Leda’s room, I opened the door and almost fell over- this wasn’t Leda’s room, it was mostly blue and had toy trains and teddies everywhere and a cute little bed with a little boy in it… “Leda?” I took two steps back and shut the door slowly, I turned n my heel, what the hell?

I walked slowly toward another room, I was scared about what was in there… Where was I really? I opened the door slowly and silently- I felt myself freeze as I waited to see who was in there- Poppy… Mikey and Poppy.

They laid with the covers off, facing each other, asleep. I felt myself tear up, I was so freaking confused… Where were we? Maybe we were at Poppy’s house? Maybe Poppy had a little brother who we were baby sitting?

 When the tears started to fall down my cheeks I shook my head before crawling into the bed between Mikey and Poppy and curling up in a ball there.

Maria’s POV:

  I had woken up extra early and made like five batches of pancakes, Ray woke up a little later and helped me. I put them in containers before Ray and I got into our car and headed over to Leda’s. She obviously wouldn’t have time to cook a good breakfast, we’d been texting most of the night and she had ended up with Percy, Pansy, Frank and alos had to look after Taffy.

It was past nine o’clock when we got to Leda’s and a tired looking Gerard answered the door. “Hey dudes…” He yawned, his hair was a mess.

   “Hey man, you’re looking a little worse for ware.” Ray laughed and patted his back before we headed in.

It was like a circus. I never wanted to be around little kids when they woke up again.

Taffy was wearing a little yellow dress with bright red stockings and screaming while she and Pansy ran around with Frank’s shoes. He was still looking a little groggy but not half as bad as last night.

Percy sat on the counter and mimicked everything Leda said to herself as she read a recipe, and his feet kicked the counter cupboard. The mayhem.

We watched as Pansy took down Frank and Taffy helped by beating his elbow with his left shoe, Ray took a breath before whistling- it went silent, only for a second though.

   “He didn’t brush the fro!” Percy screamed and it was like a parana attack as they grabbed a brush and Percy grabbed a fork and attacked Ray.