Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 46

Song:

Demons: Imagine Dragons

Ro's POV

I sat in the living room of my parents lake house, staring at the folded up paper with Dakota's information on it. It had been two days since we'd gone to the hospital in search of any sign of her. A part of me still wanted to believe in what I knew as fact was the truth. I wanted to believe with everything I had that my parents wouldn't have purposely taken my sister away and faked her death. I didn't want to believe they were capable for something so sinister. But, I knew better. I knew that it was true, that my sister was out there somewhere in god knows what condition and she had lived her entire life without her family.

"Crying?" Rachel chuckled, sitting down right next to me with Lily on the opposite side of me. "What happened? Boyfriend, finally get tired of you?"

"Leave me alone," I whimpered. I was tired and had no energy to entertain her petty behavior.

"Why? If I don't are you going to call your mommy and daddy?" She laughed, twirling a piece of my hair in her fingers.

I reached for her hand, not caring that my hair was being pulled, twisting it until her fingers were bent backwards, just enough that if she moved in a way I didn't like, they would snap in half. She cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks, the living room quickly filling up with the other quests. I heard my name being called out several times, but I ignored them. I wanted my point to get across. I had had enough of their bullshit and if they wanted to mess with me, they weren't going to get my usual calm and collected self.

"We were just sitting here and she just attacked us," Lily lied when my mother demanded to know what had happened.

Ron scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I doubt that, whatever happened, Rachel probably deserved it."

I looked over at my brother, my own fear gone and replaced by anger. He too was upset about what we had found out days ago, though he had known a little bit more than I did, the actual confirmation and proof had him livid. It was a look that did not sit well with the usual bubbly self and I quite honestly hated it, it scared me.

"Maybe you should tell your bastard son to mind his own-" Mr. Anderson began but quickly shut up when my father stepped in front of my mother and Ron. Both men stared at each other, my fathers towering demeanor overpowered pretty much everyone in the room, rendering Mr. Anderson powerless, backing down immediately. "I'm sure the girls can work this out on their own," he cleared his throat, slowly taking two steps back.

I stifled my urge to smirk, biting the inside of my cheeks, unable to control the arch in my brow as I looked over at Rachel and Lily. It wasn't something that I would have normally done, but something inside me just felt joyful watching their entire group just be crushed by a simple man that just so happen to be my father.

The room emptied just as quickly as it had filled, leaving me in a room with Ethan, Ron, Harry and my parents. "What the hell was that?" My mother seethed.

"Dad being a bad ass," Ethan chuckled, clapping my dads back, earning a disapproving look from my mom. "Oh come on, Anderson is a prick and his precious daughter has it coming if it wasn't Ro it would've been someone else."

"She can't just go around picking on the advisors kids-" my mother began, her rant halted by not only my father's glare, but Ethan and Ron's as well.

"You guys can go now," my father demanded without taking his eyes off my mother.

The four of us looked at each other, me being the first to remove myself from the scene. I appreciated my dad defending me, but I was still pissed at him. Still pissed at all of them, my mom and Ethan as well. I tried to be angry with Ron but it was pointless. He was still trying to piece this crap together himself. And staying mad at him was a bad task to keep up with.