Wherever You Are. // Michael Clifford AU

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"He's dead?" I said blinking the hot tears away.

"I'm sorry for your loss ma'am, do you have any family that you could stay with? "

Sobs choked out as I tried to think of anyone, anyone, who isn't dead in my family.

" I d-don't know. "

The officer sympathized me as he held my hair back as I sobbed into my long sweater sleeves.

"All I can think of is my Aunt who lives all the way in Melbourne."

"If she's all you have. I think I might be able to buy you a ticket before they try to put you into an orphanage here."

" Please. Please do not let them do that." I begged him as I furiously wiped my tear stained cheeks.

"I'll give you a few hours and book the fastest flight. I don't know when they might take you into custody. In the mean time, try your hardest to remember any contact with your aunt."

I nodded and grabbed my home phone in our crowded kitchen.

I still can't believe how my own father, would hang himself in his own house, leaving his daughter.

As a 5 year old child my aunt made me remember her number if something ever happened. That was the time of when my mother died in a car accident..rough childhood right?

I dialed her number and she picked up after a couple of rings.

"Aunt Sharon?"

"Lexi. Oh dear how have you been?"

"Great, well- not really. Um.. Dad died."

On the other end of the line she gasped.

She spoke after realization and he voice was faltered.

" How Lexi?"

"He hung himself." I said quietly.

" oh dear. Please tell me they are sending you here."

"They are, but I need you to get me if I do get there."

" I will. I will."

The officer came and tapped my shoulder lightly.

"The only available flight is in 20 minutes, they take you into custody tomorrow."

"Okay."

I went back on the phone.

" Next flight starts soon, I will be there. Look at the next flight arrival time. Dad never got me a phone."

"Okay dear, I love you."

"Love you too."

Ending the call I made my way through the police that were currently in the house and made my way to my room.

Slowly breathing in the familiar vanilla scent, I grabbed my laptop, books, clothes, and pictures.

The officer came into my room.

"Ticket booked lets go."

I nodded and silently said goodbye to the last place my father was in.

A lovely (sarcasm) 12 hours later I had arrived to the old Melbourne I left at the end of freshman year.

Nothing's the same anymore.