Late (p.w)

twenty eight - earthquakes & sunsets

"this is it?" i ask harry as he looks down at the ripped piece of paper with my dad's address marked on it with sharpie.

"it should be." he says.

he was able to hire someone who specializes in finding people and they're location. the girl we met up with found my dad almost as soon as we gave her the tiny amount of information i had. i'm not too sure if i trust her of her legitimacy however since i'm not really sure if what she was doing was legal but without telling her she already saw that he previously lived in chicago so she must have some accuracy.

looking at this neighborhood does seem like a place my dad would stay. medium sized houses, a handful of children playing openly outside, and just an overall quiet and safe feel which i'm sure harry's never seen before telling from his glares.

i told lily everything out of the whim whilst harry and i were at the airport. it just didn't feel right in my gut to leave without telling her the whole event of what happened to me no matter how hard it was to bring up.

she's mad at mother which i'm not bothered about, but the fact that she's also gain a huge grudge for harry is disheartening. we even almost fell into an argument when i told her i was going with him to washington.

..

"you're taking me the next time." she says as she begins to cool down.

"i'll tell you all about it when i get back." i promise.

"please just be safe. if he tries anything go to the police right away." she warns.

"i will." i say. "you don't have to worry about me."

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i don't know if i'm going to ever forgive my mother for this. it's kind of grim to know that my own mother was secretively causing all this pain in my life and it seems impossible to ever let this one go.

in a weird way, i feel as if there's a weight off of my shoulder. i feel as if i was carrying a bag unknowingly stuffed with bunch of heavy stones when i thought i was carrying feathers, but i've now i've finally opened it up and realized what was truly in there.

and i tossed the bag far far away.

i ring the doorbell once and the tune chimes on for a goofy amount of time.

i hear a chair squeak back and quick light footsteps run to the door. i'm greeted by a little boy who seems to be around four or five. the boy has silky decently shaggy wavy hair which has a chocolate colour along with skin resembling. his wide eyes look up at me mysteriously and full of wonder.

"hi, i-is isaiah here?" i ask awkwardly. i've never been too good with children.

"ummm." he drags out while looking behind him. i hear another pair of larger heavier footsteps come from behind him.

"izzy, you can't open the door by yourself, only grown ups can." i here a deep voice say from within the house.

i think that may be my father.

"daddy there's two people at the front." the boy calls.

my hopes immediately begin to drop when he called him daddy. my father looks nothing like this kid whatsoever, these two aren't even the same race.