Uncovering Dahlia's Truth

The revilation

Angel came down the stairs in an old Fall Out Boy t-shirt of Brooklyn and her own pair of pajama shorts, rubbing her eyes and running her hand through her bushy hair. She rounded the corner into the kitchen to see Brooklyn making bacon and eggs, Brandy and Cathy perched at the island counter.

"Morning Simba," Brandy said, chuckling and Brooklyn turned around and laughed as soon as he saw Angel's hair.

"Get used to it," Angel said and sat down on the counter, rubbing her head.

Brooklyn frowned, "Are you okay?" He asked, setting a plate in front of her.

"Just tired," Angel answered, not really a lie. When she and Brooklyn came home from the visit to Dahlia's house, she still hasn't told him about the letter. She decided she was going to keep it to herself, because it is for her after all.

"Maybe you should go back to bed, it's seven o'clock in the holiday and I don't recall you being an early bird," he said, rubbing her back.

She shook her head, taking a bite of the crispy bacon and wiping her mouth. "Wish I could, but I have a shift at the bookstore and I need to pick some stuff up at my apartment."

He nodded his head. "Well okay then. I guess I'll see you all tonight then," he said, putting the pans in the basin and sitting down in front of his plate opposite the three girls and digging into his scrambled eggs.

"I rate we go get sushi," Brandy said.

"Yes, that would be great," Cathy said, swallowing the last bit of her coffee.

"Definitely!" Angel said, her face starting to light up.

"Well then it's settled," Brooklyn said, stuffing his last piece of bacon in his mouth and placing his plate in the basin. "If that's what would get our minds off of things, then it's a must."

Everybody nodded their heads and it went silent.

Brooklyn sighed. "I shouldn't have brought it up."

Angel shook her head and got up towards him. "It's okay, Brook," she said, getting up on her toes and kissing him.

"Well, I've got to run," Brandy said, getting up and putting her plate in the basin. "Meeting a friend in town."

Cathy got up as well. "I've got to get to work too," she said and left with a greeting.

The door shut behind Brooklyn and Angel. "We should probably get dressed," Brooklyn said, smiling down at her. He took her hand and they started up the stairs.

"Are you really okay this morning?" He asked, glancing over at her.

They entered his bedroom. "I'll come around," she said and made her way to his cupboard, where she stacked a few of her clothes in. "We'll find her," she whispered.

There was silence as Brooklyn started buttoning his shirt up. Angel threw a sundress over her head. "We will," he said. "We can't live in this fear anymore."

Angel slipped her vans on without untying the shoe laces.

"Could you hand me my blazer?" Brooklyn asked and Angel grabbed it from the chair it hung over and threw it at him. They moved to the bathroom and grabbed their toothbrushes.

Angel put toothpaste on and stuffed it in her mouth before taking it out again. "You know what's weird," she said, frowning, "when I passed out at that party, the last thing I saw was a male figure coming at me. Was that you?" She looked over at him next to her.

He took his toothbrush out of his mouth. "No." it sounded muffled because of the toothpaste. "I only came there when you were fully unconscious." He suddenly looked extremely worried.