Finding Home | Finders Keepers #1✔️

Two - Listen To Your Dead Parents

reconstructed and published: 03-30-18

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TWO - LUNCH

It has already been three weeks and still no answer. I have been sitting in my motel room—well, I was sleeping with the owner whose name I couldn't even remember just to pass time. I tried calling people but none of them were answering which must mean that they are in a difficult situation. Nevertheless, I was left in my room – alone and making sure that if they don't show up tomorrow, I leave this place.

But, as faith would have it, someone had knocked on my door that afternoon. When I opened it, there they were一my biological family.

Closing the door, I slide of the lock and open the door wider so they can take a good look on my face. My eyes narrow when the sun hit my face. "I'm guessing you took the hair from the brush and had it tested? Should I be saying "you are the father! You are the mother! You are the brother!"? I definitely feel like I'm in The Maury Show."

"Listen, Emily一" the guy, my biological brother, approaches me but I shake my head and he stops, staring at me with wide eyes.

I shut the door behind me and cross my arms, cocking a brow at him. "My name's Rosalie. Not Emily. Rosalie. You don't have to act like you want to get to know me because I just came here to do the promise my parents made me take. You can get to whatever life you all were living and I'll get to mine, okay? Okay, goodbye."

Before I can even turn around and turn the knob around, Loren Holland's sweet, soft voice rings in my ears. "It's not an act!" She says it so hurriedly it almost seems like she's afraid for me to go inside. I whirl around and face her. She's giving me a huge smile as she holds her husband's hand. "We do want to get to know you better, Rosalie."

"Perhaps, you would like to have lunch with us?" Asks the man, Philip Holland, giving me a wary smile. "We'd like to start there."

I open my mouth to actually tell them to fuck off but then I can already see mom standing behind them, cocking her eyebrow, having her arms crossed, and her lips pursed. She's even tapping her foot.

"Goddamnit!" I whisper loudly to myself, sighing. Defeated. "There's a pretty good diner here. It's called Jada's. Meet me there at lunch tomorrow."

"Why not now?" The guy, Christian Holland, shrugs and gives me the same smile that he got from his mother.

I sigh. "I'm busy. I have to find a decent and affordable apartment, I'm enrolling myself to school, and then I'm going to look for a job."

"So you're staying here?" Loren asks with that hopeful spark in her eyes.

I shrug. "It still depends."

"On what?" Christian asks, his brows furrowed at me.

"On you people."

Then, I open the door and shut it in front of their faces. I take a peek at them from the door and see that they're still there, talking in hushed tones about something. Loren sighs, going to the car with Philip's arm around her shoulders, comforting her. Christian reaches for his phone and calls someone, he scratches the back of his head, turns to the door, and follows his parents.

When they're nowhere to be seen, I lay back on the bed, taking my phone from the bedside table and opening it, seeing a text that I received just minutes ago.

Did u find them?

I sigh, seeing my former best friend's, Cara, text on my phone. I immediately write a reply.