The Missing Piece (A Lauren Cimorelli FanFic)

Chapter 3

Now I apologize for this chapter. I DID NOT revise this chapter throughly, so I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. This chapter was supposed to be uploaded earlier, but my iPad deleted an app. Which contained Chapter 3, 4, and 5 of this story and two chapters of my other story, Maybe She's Right. So this chapter was mainly written in the past three days, so sorry if it doesn't make sense in some parts. I am really trying to make longer chapters, but this chapter was a filler, making it hard to add detail.

Enjoy chapter 3!

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Lauren’s POV (Finally!)

I buckle in my seat belt in the middle seat of the car. The other girls refusing to let me sit by the window for some odd reason. I was left in the car with the 5 strangers again. Why did the doctor trust them alone with me? For all we know, they could kill me! What if they were the reason why I got hurt? I can tell that they're lying to me. I know that we're not all sisters. They’re hiding something from me.

"Ready, Lauren?" I look up at the passenger seat at Christina, the one that seems the most hurt for some reason, looking at me sympathetically. Her face is twisted as the car rolls into motion, not taking her eyes off of me. I glance away from her and look out the window to my left. The other girls tried to pick up conversations with me, but I never took my eyes off of the window.

It wasn't long until the car rolled to a stop in front of a large looking beachfront house.

"We're home!" Dani screams as she opens the door to my right and scrambles out of her seat. I stay in my seat for a few seconds, trying to take in everything, until I heard knocking coming from the right window of the car. I glance at the window, seeing Dani knocking up a storm with a big grin and Amy flailing her arms around. I sigh and unbuckle my seat belt and slowly get out of the car, meeting up with the others on the right side.

Three of the girls ran in front of us and run to the front of the house. I trail slowly behind Katherine and Lisa, until I was pulled into a side hug. I grimaced, moving my body as far away from theirs. Why is someone, who I just met, touching me? Katherine kept me in the side hug until we made our way through the front door. I forcefully moved my body from hers, taking a few steps forward.

I drowned out the other girls conversation as I looked at multiple picture frames that hung around the front room. Practically all of them was pictures of the girls. I went from frame to frame until a few screams were let out. I whip my head around, looking at the other girls while grimacing.

“Is that necessary?” I roll my eyes. The other girls gave me a surprised look. Did they not expect that talk from me?

Amy looks at the others before coming towards me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I move away from her hand and move a few steps back. "Are you hungry?" What is up with this family and touching?

I shrug my shoulders, not knowing how to respond.

"Come on." Amy gives me a smile. They lead me down a few hallways, containing several picture frames of those girls and some boys. They guide me past them and into a room with white tile and a bench table.

The other girls sit down at the table and start talking amongst themselves. I stand awkwardly in the doorframe of the kitchen, looking down at the tile.

"You can sit down anywhere, Lauren." Katherine tells me as she pulls out a whisk from a drawer.

"Okay." I say softly and walk over to the island, sitting in the seat next to Lisa. I lean back in my chair, stretching my back, taking in every detail I can see. The light brown hair that flaunted Dani, Amy’s shortness, how tall Katherine is, the attitude from Christina, Lisa’s humor. What am I then? None of this adds up. How are we sisters if nothing makes sense? Aren’t all sisters like each other in some way? None of these girls look alike in any way, or act the same.

“Something on your mind, Lauren?” Lisa nudges my ribs, making me fling forward in my seat.

“Its nothing.” I look up at her, lying through my teeth.

“No, tell us!” Lisa puts her hand on my shoulder, attracting the attention from everyone at the table. I start to blush, looking away from their stares. I look back up at everyone, them indicating me to speak.

“Well. How do I know that you guys aren’t lying to me?” I sputter out quickly.

“What?” Amy, Lisa, and Dani respond in unison, while a flustered Christina keeps her eyes locked on me.

“Well. How do I know that you guys aren’t lying to me about everything?” I indicate to the five of us.

“We aren’t, Lauren. We never would. We know you like an open book. We would never betray you like that.” Lisa wraps her arm around me.

“If that’s true, and if we’re a family,” I say tauntingly as I remove Lisa’s arm from my shoulder, “then where’s our parents?” I look at the others, their faces filled with shock and betrayal.

No one responds. Their eyes dart across the room at each other until all eyes land on me.

“Our parents are dead.” Dani’s voice whimpers.

“Of course.” I flare my eyes at them, “ Just like the rest of your lies.” I look at the others sitting at the table, all on the verge of tears. I stand up abruptly, making my plate crash against the table. I storm out of the kitchen, but stop myself at the door frame. A smirk forms on my lips. I turn back around and lean on the door frame. “Did I touch a nerve?”

I leave them stunned, I turn back around and walk up the stairs with a confident grin. Who do they think they are? I shake my head and walk into the first bedroom on my left. I lock the door behind me. As I look inside, there was a bunk bed and a single bed to the side and as I got closer, there was a small picture frame with a picture of me, Dani, and Lisa. I let out a small laugh as I slam my hand down on the picture frame, causing the glass to shatter on the floor. I pick up the now broken picture frame and stare at the picture. Lisa and Dani were embraced in a tight hug, while I was trailing to the side of them. Still close, yet it looked like I was a loner. Was it always like that? The guilt finally hit me about earlier. I felt so bad that I did that to them, they were just trying to help. Maybe I should apologize.

I heard a shriek come from outside of the bedroom, giving me a cue to maybe talk to them and apologize. I set down the broken frame on the single bed and unlocked the door. I wandered to the stair case until I heard a noise come from the bottom. I listen intently at the top step, trying to not make any noise.

“Guys. Lauren will be fine.” A voice I couldn’t name called out.

“But what if she isn’t? You saw how she acted!” Another voice replied.

“Guys. She’ll be fine. We will try to convince her right.” The first voice answered.

“But what about... the band?” The third voice asked in a quieter tone. What band?

“Sarah will help us sort this out.” The voice grew louder, along with the stomping of stairs. Rather than confronting the others, I ran back into the first door on the left and locked it behind me. My heart racing with my back against the door.

Who is this Sarah? I remember vaguely that the girls wouldn’t tell me anything, only that Sarah will explain it. Explain what?

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Sorry for the filler chapter.

Guys I honestly hate being responsible. I, out of all people, was "chosen" to be incharge of planning the homecoming group. I thought it would be fun at first, but it's a disaster. Girls, who I've never spoken to before or never knew of their existence, are asking the members of my homecoming group if they can join in. and now two girls in my group are thinking of breaking the group up, while another person said we should say we're not going to homecoming, but then we just show up. #wut. so my life is a disaster. Wisdom of highschool: Don't be incharge of your homecoming group.

I really want to get a Cimorelli twitterand/or an instagram so I can talk to you guys. but how many of you actually use twitter/instagram and/ or would follow me?

sorry for my rants. please comment and vote!