Wrapped

Chapter 35

He left. No goodbyes, not an explanation, nothing. He just.....left.

Jason was mad. Walking in on me and Kyle was not his favorite moment.

"Hailee! Get down here now!" I started to get up. "Make sure you have on clothes!" I ran to my closet and pulled on pajamas. I walked down the stairs.

How the héll should I know what room Jason's in? My house has so many rooms!

As if he read my mind, he shouted. "In the kitchen!"

I walked to the kitchen and peeked in. Sure enough, he was in there.

"What happened with Erik?"

"I never told you about Erik..."

"He's my friend. He asked me if he could take you out."

"What was your answer?"

"I said Yes."

"Oh."

"Did you guys have fun with your pasta date tonight?"

"No."

"Did he do something wrong?"

"Yes."

"What did he do?"

"He stood me up." A tear leaked down my face. This was the first time I've been stood up. Jason knew this.

"Oh Hailee. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I wiped away the tear.

"What were you doing with Kyle in your room?"

"We were having-"

"Yes I known that part, sadly. I meant why."

"I was angry, sad, lonely and desperate."

"I hope you know, that I miss my sister."

"So do I. I have no idea where she went." I sniffed.

"I didn't mean Bailee, Hailee."

"Then who?"

"My sister. She didn't find herself desperate, lonely, sad, or angry. She stood up some guys herself. She never would've stooped to Kyle's level. She would've hunted down Erik and asked for an explanation. She would have contacted me first to help her handle things. She would make friends at school and get good grades and meet Kay occasionally for a new tattoos and never let anyone tag along. Secretly she would've cosplayed anyone and anything and didn't give a damñ who looked at her weird. She would have paid attention and figured out she has a dress to design by next Friday for work and dealt with that instead of going on dates. Because, as I recall, she didn't do players. That's the sister I miss. What about you? Do you miss her?"

"I do."

"I hope she comes back." And with that last statement, he walked up the stairs an a few seconds later, his door closed.

He was right. Hailee Jones from Brazil who had lived with friends until her fúcking bítch a$$ of a Mom sent her and her brother to the United States to find Bailee, needed to come back. Hailee Jones from the USA needed to go. That was the goal. Get Hailee back. I know how. I first called my boss.

"It's 2:30 am. This better be important."

"Ms. Daunt? Its Hailee Jones. I'm calling because my mother needs some help in Brazil. I have to leave immediately. I have my dress idea and Ill come back with the dress made and everything-"

"Dear, please write me an email that says that I said it was okay, and tape record me right now because there is no way in héll that I'm going to remember this conversation."