Glowing Eyes// Adopted by The Joseph's [√]

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The sun was at its peak in the sky, lush vegetation and cheerful birds littered the area, in excuse to the many children roaming around the buildings accompanied playground.

A shiny black Buick arrived at the scene. Numerous eyes fell among the man's expensive car, his brown Venetian loafers visible to their eye as he took his precious time getting into the building.

He wouldn't say it out loud in hopes of ruining his thoughtful plans.

He cleared his throat, the old woman at the desk, seemingly no younger than 60 with a fading tattoo of what could be made out as 'henry', rose an eyebrow at him. He glanced down at her name tag seeing the name, 'Mrs. Reina' and keeping note.

"Goodevening sir, how may I help you?"

He gave a passive grin, clearing his throat once again before replying, "I'm looking for my daughter. I was told she resided in this Orphanage."

Her eyes widened as she nodded, "Of course, what's your name?"

He thought for a muinete before replying, not waiting for another second to pass.

"Davis Mason Forrester."

She nodded at the information before loosing herself into the computer, typing numerous words before asking, "What's the name of your daughter again, Mr. Forester?"

"Elizabeth Ann Forester"

She began to type again, more concerned this time as she furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head solemnly, "I'm sorry Mr. Forester. Seems like your daughter was adopted more than 3 months ago."

He narrowed his eyes. A sudden anger washing over him as he began to tap his index finger against the marbled counter angrily as he mumbled roughly, "By who?"

She fiddled with her glasses, pulling them father along her face as she too squinted her eyes, but more-so onto the screen. "A married couple by the names of Jenna and Tyler Joseph."

He found sudden interest at his shoes as every single logical equation ran through his head his knuckle washind white at the grip he had on the counter.

The woman saw that and had empathetic eyes as she said, "Sir, I'm terribly sorry but–"

"Shut the hell up woman!" He barked. Sudden offense came to her features. He shook his head. "I don't need your pity. I can figure it out on my own." And with that said, he abruptly brushed past a crowd of teens and a toddler as he slammed his car door.

He griped the handle anger getting the best of him causing him to repeatedly hit his hand against the wheel. A minicing cackle erupted from his mouth. His stomach hunching at the intensity as he mumbled over, and over, and over again, "I'll get you back my precious. If its the last thing I'll do. I'll save you from the sin and cleanse you like before! And well be one big, happy, family."

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Something didn't feel right. Elizabeth inhaled a breath of air hopeful to rid of the weighing worry on her chest as she sat in her bedroom, scrolling through her laptop. She then came across something that nearly made her leap off the balcony. The link to Martins playlist. Her eyes widened as one of her and her brothers favorite songs by The Neighborhood began to play. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she began to shake, frightened at the events as she began to call the only person that would make some since.

"Martin? Martin are you there?!"

He nodded, but forgot he couldn't be seen, "Yeah I'm here. You're scared."

"How did you know?"

"Mom taught me how to have a connection to you through spirit even if I'm far away."

Made since, "Martin, did you by chance, call me thanksgiving day? Through Skype?"

He chuckled on the other line, "Yeah Lizzy. I gave you the playlist and-"

"Martin I know!" She forced out, panicked as she began to roll up her sleeves. A scar was near the bridge of showing along her skin she mumbled curses to herself.

"Elizabeth what's wrong, breath you're going to have a panick attack."

"Mart, that dream was real. It wasn't a face time it actually happened."

His face formed into one more serious as he sat up in his black duvets. It was early morning in the Netherlands where he'd happened to be for a tour, explaining his groggily voice.

"That doesn't make since what so ever Elly."

She face palmed herself at her stupidity, "No, I mean," she inhaled a breath of air before letting go "in my dream, you face timed me and gave me a playlist for my depression. In that dream I had cut myself and refused to tell you, you where oblivious and later on after the call this thing black hands and neck appeared and told me everything I didnt want to hear." She used her sleeve to wipe off the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Today, scars where forming on my wrists but I never attempted Martin."

The line on the other end was silent, no noise almost like it had went dead. But his next reply let that theory burn to ashes, "Elizabeth, I-I'm not dad. I wouldn't know what to do, hell I don't know what to do. But I'll tell you, is that I'm here for an open ear and I'll be with you every step of the way. I should be back in the states late this month. I just need you to hold on for that while okay? A rough week and I'll give you a big hug okay?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Stay with me okay? I love you."

"I love you too." She nodded and ran a hand through her hair.

"Try telling Tyler and Jenna, yeah? I'm sure they may know something."

"Yeah maybe."

"Its 3 here, call me tomorrow or something yeah?"

"Oh sorry I forgot."

"Its no problem. I love you Lil' sis. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay."

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(Roughly 2-3 or so chapters left before revealing that person)
Riddle{Hint} #2

"I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone, I long for that feeling to not feel at all, the higher I get, the lower I'll sink, I can't drown my demons they know how to swim."

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