Lost and Found

Chapter 3

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~~~Emily~~~

I wake up shivering and unsure the cause, but when I open my eyes I realize why. My head is now completely submerged in a bucket of at one point ice but now just freezing cold water. Frantically I remove my head to see the house exactly as it was before I passed out yesterday. I'm not surprised though. My dad gets home really late and leaves really early for work so I didn't expect him to clean anything and my brother is too busy being lazy and careless to notice. Gently placed next to me on the table, I notice a note. Picking it up I read it out loud.

"Morning Ness,

Not quite sure what happened here yesterday, (not sure I even want to know) but I would expect it all cleaned up by the time I get home tonight. I'll be home at 8 and john should be home at 6. If you need anything call your aunt.

Oh, and make dinner too.

-dad"

it was what I expected. My dad and I never really shared a great relationship. It wasn't like I was his little princess and I was a daddy's girl. It was actually the exact opposite. Whatever I did never seemed to be enough for him and I was never good enough in his eyes. No matter how hard I tried to impress him, he never noticed or if he did, he just didn't care. He never went to anything of mine; band concerts, soccer games, school awards, talent competitions. Nothing. I barely saw him because he worked so much and I just didn't connect with him. He was cold. He really had no heart and never showed any emotions other than anger. I don't think he cried once since my mom died. I hated him for that. How can his wife of 27 years sudden and unexpected death not hit his heart and cause pain? I would never understand that.

The phone rang knocking me out of my deep thought. It was some random 800 number. Usually I would pick up and act like an utter idiot pretending I didn't speak English or that I wanted to buy 100 jars of mustard, but today wasn't a usual day so I just rolled my eyes and walked away.

Looking around at the mess I had created I tried to wrap my brain around where to start. Scanning my own body I realized it was best to shower and remove the dry blood coating me, and get the little pieces of glass out of my skin. I knew I couldn't clean this place all by myself and cook dinner by 8 o'clock, so reluctantly I picked up the phone and dialed my aunts number. it wasn't that I didn't love her, I just really wanted to be left alone.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hi Aunt Lisa, it's Vanessa." I replied somewhat happy to hear a familiar, warm voice.

"Hi sweetie. How are you?" she asked genially concerned. as much as those three words bothered me I bite my tongue because I really need her help.

"Um terrible I guess but that's not why I called. I need your help with um a mess I made that I don't think I can handle by myself." I responded shamefully wondering what she would say when she saw what I had done.

"Alright Ness, don't worry ill come help. I'll be over shortly alright?"

"Okay thanks. Love you." I said before I hung up.

Waiting for her white sedan to pull into my driveway I realized today was Sunday and tomorrow I would have to return to school to see all those fake people apologize to me. Just the thought of their pity caused my heart rate to increase. Clenching my fists I screamed and threw the closest thing to me at the wall across from me. It struck the wall putting a small hole where the impact occurred and crashed to the floor. I grabbed my hair out of pure frustration and sunk to the floor resting my elbows on my knees.

'Great' I thought to myself, 'why not break some more things Vanessa!'

I hated myself right now. I kept letting my anger get the best of me.

A fierce knock on the door caused me to jump to my feet. I quickly rose, realizing my aunt had arrived, and opened the door. She kissed my forehead and then pulled me into a hug, causing me to burst into tears.

'Here we go again' I thought to myself.

Understandably, she patted my back and gently shushed in my ear until my water works dies down into a quiet whimper. Grapping my head in between her warm hands she looked me in the eyes and asked me to explain what had happened here. After calming down enough, I tried to tell her what I had done, but the second I opened my mouth a river of lies flowed out drowning me more and more with every sentence.

"Well when I woke up yesterday I walked to the bathroom and I couldn't see because I didn't have my contacts in and I had a headache so I was dizzy and I tripped over something. I have no idea what I tripped on, probably one of John's shoes, but I went flying into the glass and broke it, so I got cuts from that. Then I tried to fix them but it was really stressful and I didn't know what to do so I uh I fell asleep in a bucket of ice. And dad says it has to be cleaned by tonight but I just don't know where to start and I need your help." I said quickly looking very defeated.

Right after I covered my aunt's worries with lies, I knew she saw right through them. Tripping into the glass wouldn't explain why the floor was broke, and not to mention I forgot to come up with an excuse for the hole in the living room wall.

'You're doing great today! Such a winner!' my thoughts spiraled.

Luckily, my aunt didn't question what I had told her probably to spare having to hear me ramble on for another five minutes. Knowing exactly what to do because she was a nurse and a mother of two, the house and myself were cleaned up in no more than three hours.

"You're gunna come back to my house for the night. There is no one here for you and I don't think you should be home alone right now. ill call your father, pack a bag of stuff and bring your book bag. If you need me I will be waiting in the car for you Vanessa. Don't take too long I want to make dinner soon. Is pot roast okay?" She stated in her motherly tone making me miss mine even more.

"Okay. Pot roast is fine. Thank you, be out in a second.' I emotionlessly responded. She kissed my forehead and walked out the door leaving me to get my stuff ready.

Turning around I let out a sigh of relief knowing I wouldn't be alone for one night. Quickly, not wanting to keep my aunt waiting I grabbed a duffle bag and stuffed it with clothes and toiletries. I know I over packed but it was a habit I got from my mom. Yeah, my mom again. She keeps coming up every minute of every day. at least for one night I would be safe and not alone. I'm grateful.