Finding Home | Finders Keepers #1✔️

Nineteen - Penguin

The triplets still keep an eye on me as it is their job and they're far enough for no one to actually see them, but since that night, I've been so caution, I could feel them everywhere, but I knew better than to let them know. One instance when I was moving out of the motel, I've seen one of the triplets at the next building, crouching, eyes on binoculars, watching me.

Nathan left that night after talking with me. He wanted to stay longer, to be with me at my eighteenth birthday but he needed wanted to be with Chloe, knowing that she was going to go to another country for two weeks in order to build her fashion career. He hasn't said anything yet about the current situation, and the triplets kept their distance enough for me not to be able to talk to them and get answers. I knew, deep down, something was going to happen with the gang and he needed to be where he could lead, which was back home.

Before he got on his motorcycle, he stopped first to remind me something. Two things that I wasn't supposed to forget.

"Don't forget everything that's been done."

It's like, that night, everything reset in my brain. My personality—the one I've completely forgotten, thrown aside when I was with him—came back, and I finally remembered who I was. Who I am. I'm someone who's stronger than my own heart. In myself, the mind will always rule over my heart, and the heart will always be locked up surrounded by unbreakable glass, metal, and stone.

"I love you so don't be stupid."

The hazel eyes that stared back at me in the mirror were empty. Like, I've switched everything off. It wasn't the first time and there was absolutely no way in hell I was going to switch on.

I didn't bother to actually go to school on Tuesday, deciding to move back in that morning. Even though Chris wanted to stay with me, I forced him to leave, telling him that I needed to be with myself for a while and I was. The butler, Roman, tried to talk to me, ask where I was but I'd always evade it by talking about factual things.

Philip and Loren got the wind that I was back home from Chris and rushed home that night, making sure that all of us have dinner.

I forced out a smile, nodding, laughing at everything they said and would say some simple factual things about me when they asked, yet, everything felt different. I was no longer angry like I was the first time I was here—I was back to Reset Rose. My brother called me that when I got back from rehab until the day that I left him to go find my biological parents.

I've received multiple texts from my friends asking about the date and how it went and why I wasn't in class but I gave them straight answers, making sure there was no left of question for them to ask.

Then, I received three messages from Luke.

One on the night of the date.

good night, rosalie. - L

One on the morning of Tuesday.

you're sick? you're not in chem or any other classes. - L

And the last one on the night of Tuesday.

i don't know what the fuck i did wrong, rosalie. i thought everything was ok. -L

No text messages this Wednesday.

I was supposed to actually go to school with Kelly and Chris, going back to the routine, but when my head started thumping, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to make half a day in that school. I couldn't even make it out of my bed the second I laid back in there after taking a bath.