Finding Home | Finders Keepers #1✔️

Twenty - Screwed Over

The next day, everything finally cleared up. The tissues that scattered all around the bed were too many for my liking that I decided to wake up early and clean it all up and take the bottles of medicine back in the mirror cabinet in the bathroom. It was about three in the morning when I had started it and so it gave me time to actually fix myself up.

              Right after shower, I took the time and liberty to face myself in the mirror—no red nose or bloodshot eyes, no more tired looking face, and no more messy hair. The light brownish-blondish hair of mine was down, straight, in its length, the hazel eyes with more prominent blue color was finally clear, and the pale lips I had, covered in dark plum colored lipstick.

              It was easy for me to throw in a casual shirt and high-waisted jeans, wearing dad's leather jacket, and my knee-high brown leather boots, the one that mom gave me on my sixteenth birthday, knowing that I've been eyeing them at the mall when the two of us decided to spend some time together by going shopping.

               My phone started ringing, thinking it was Nathan, I immediately grab it and answer without looking. "Hey, I was beginning to worry you might not call."

              "Uh, I think you're talking about somebody else."

              I shake my head. It was Chloe. Not that I wasn't glad to be hearing from her, I just... wanted to hear my brother first. "Sorry. Never mind what I said. What's up, Chloe? Are you safe?"

              She chuckles. "It's alright and yes. I'm so supervised by them even when I'm out of the country. Your brother said that it was either I go with Notorious members or he'll keep me locked up. Seeing as how he's crazy, I'm pretty sure you know what route I took."

              This was Nathan. Always so protective of those he loved, sometimes it would go so over that he wouldn't care if you're suffocating at all. Safety always came first, no matter what. So, I couldn't even imagine how many Nathan sent with Chloe to go to the trip.

              Chloe and I are somewhat the same. We were always the type where we felt we were already safe without people with us as long as no one knew us. Since Chloe never went out once with Nathan, she had never been found out by any other enemies, and so she and I never really thought that we were in danger. It was only in Nathan's mind that we always were.

              "I'm just calling to say happy birthday," she says and I could exactly hear the grin in her voice. "I still have my phone set up in the same time there just to make sure that when I call your brother, it would be me waking him up. Anyway, do you have anything planned? Did your brother call you already to greet you? Does your family even know it's your birthday?"

              "One question at a time, Chlo," I laugh, finding it so adorable that she asks so many questions about me, caring for me like a little sister. "Um, no, I don't have anything planned. I don't even want to celebrate it. No, he hasn't called me yet which is why I thought it was him when you were calling me. And I'm not sure. I hope they don't know."

              "Okay, so you have to have something planned! It's your eighteenth!" She encourages, almost yelling. She just manages to put a smile on my face even more. "Nate's probably busy with everything that's going on and don't even ask me because he wouldn't tell me anything. I'll call him after this and give him a scolding. Why don't you want them to know?"

              I shrug. "Don't worry about it. Let Nathan call by himself, I'm sure he'll remember to call since he did mention that he knows my birthday is today and I just don't want to celebrate. It's just... I can't really talk about it. Listen, I have class. I hope you do well on your fashion show! I love you, okay? Bye."