Guys, I'm so sorry for vanishing. With graduation a month from today, my car breaking a lot, a new puppy, and a new boyfriend, plus prom just passing, I've been really busy. I'm sorry.
Last thing that happened was Felicity gave birth to Odette, Shane was having issues lightening up and letting her do whatever because he's afraid she's going to die. Tori ran off with her parents money and Felicity went after her and left Odette and Owen with Shane and their family.
Anyways, here goes nothing...
Felicity
To say I'm upset with my sister is an understatement. I'm pissed.
I'm tired of having to deal with issues. I'm tired of things being messed up.
She's my sister though, and it's my job to take care of her.
She took me from my kids and my husband. She took me from my responsibilities.
Shane gave me three days. It's been one. I ripped apart Chicago. I went anywhere she could've gone. I went to New Orleans. I've flown everywhere looking for her.
I remember Dad saying he heard her saying something about pounds.
I'm thinking it's drug pounds.
But maybe it's England pounds, but what does Tori have in England?
I have authorities looking for her car, and I'm making sure to stay in contact with Shane.
I decide to facetime Shane. I need to see if everyone is agreeing with what I'm thinking. I'm out of shape, I'm tired, and my boobs hurt from how full they are.
Shane answers facetime on his Macbook. He's in the living room giving Odette a bottle.
"Hey." He says. He looks stressed. I'm in the rental car in New Orleans, the phone resting on the steering wheel. "How's it going? Any leads?"
I sigh, shaking my head.
"Is everyone right there?" I ask. He nods. "Guys, if I don't find her by Wednesday night, I'm calling the police and turning her in for illegal drugs, and for stealing money. Objections?"
Silence.
Shane looks down. My Mom moves behind him so she can see me. She looks like her whole world is falling apart.
"Here's what I want to know." She says to me quietly. "If, in twenty years, this was Odette or Owen, what would you do?"
I'm silent for a long time, twisting the wedding ring on my finger.
The thought hurts my heart, and I find myself getting choked up.
Thinking out my child turning out like that scares me. It hurts me.
But I would do it.
"I'd turn them in." I whisper.
Mom sighs.
"Felicity," she's frustrated, and she's starting to snap. "I think this is bullshit, I think you pushed her, I think-"
"Don't you dare put this on me." I snap. "I've got a fucking infant and I'm out here looking while you're all sitting your ass on my couch looking for somebody to blame. Well you want somebody to blame? Blame your damn selves! You guys didn't try! I was just like her without the drugs! You guys should've known we had issues! You guys should've figured it out when I spent every fucking hour of every day in my room! When I'd spend every night at Lauren's house because I wanted to be as far away from you two and your psycho exes as possible! You guys should've put me and Victoria in therapy! But you fucking didn't! I made it through! She's fucking struggling, Mom! Instead of sitting on your ass, how about you get up and go look for your child! And now that I think about it, no, I wouldn't turn my child in. I would bust my ass to find them!"
