Selena's POV
We said good bye to the visitors and headed off to bed. I stayed up on my iPhone until 2am just like most nights, scrolling through Instagram and Twitter. Out of curiosity I searched the name 'Dylan Carter' on Instagram. three names popped up on the screen. The first person had bright, blonde hair and was kissing a brunette girl on the cheek. That was not Dylan. The second man looked very old an had black, wrinkled skin. Definitely not Dylan. I clicked on the third profile and saw a picture of a guy standing on the edge of a dock with his hands placed inside his pockets. Found him. At the top of his profile i read 424 posts, 15 following and 1k followers. Wait! One thousand followers! I've only got 32 followers! I rapidly scrolled down to the bottom of his many photos and insta stalked him. As I scrolled I held in laugh. "Nice selfies," I giggled. I saw amazing photographs of landscapes. Mountains and oceans, jungles and fields. I clicked on each of them and it simply said in tiny writing at the bottom of the picture "Dylan Carter". I scrolled through all his photos before checking the time. 4am! Crap! I plugged in my phone, rested it upside down on my bedside table and flicked the light switch.
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Beep! Beep! Beep!
A moan escaped my lips and I whacked my alarm clock. 7:30am.
"Urgghhh," I complained.
I shoved my sheets off my body and bounced down onto the ground. The floor creaked as I tiptoed into the bathroom trying not to wake my parents.
I was just about to shut he door when, "S-Selena?" I froze. "Come, come downstairs."
It was a woman's voice, my mums voice. Her voice shook and stuttered like it does when she is scared or sad.
"Coming mum!" I yelled down the stairs.
Carefully stepping down each step, I arrived at the lounge and see tears dripping from my mothers eyes. I gasped and immediately sprinted over to her.
"What happened?" I questioned in the softest tone possible.
She lifted her trembling arm and ran her fingers down my cheek, staring into my eyes. "It's your father," she starts, "he got a call early this morning saying he had to drive to work immediately. They needed him at the new branch. The police said h-he got half way there when a bolder fell. He was driving in his car and the giant rock fell down onto the car sending it down the mountain."
Mary shed another few tears before her head collapsed in her hands. I stood frozen, petrified. I had to be dreaming. Emotions over flowed my mind. The once clear image in front of me spun wildly. My eye lids felt heavy in a split second. Darkness filled my sight. I blacked out.
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My eyes shot open as I woke up gasping, clutching my chest. Tears instantly filled my eyes when I remembered why I passed out. I was lying on my unmade, double bed with 3 sets of eyes staring at me.
Dylan, Michael and Mary.
Dylan stood at the end of my bed his hands in his jean pockets and his face sickly pale. Mike stood beside Mary who was sitting beside me on the bed, her hand on my shoulder. As I looked up at Dylan I quickly darted my eyes away. Why was he here?
My mum rubbed my shoulder slowly. "It's alright," she whispered. She knew it wasn't alright though, infact, it was the exact opposite.
I parted my lips and without thinking replied, "I want to see my father. Now."
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~Author's Note~
Dun dun dun... That's all I have to say.
~Caitlin
