Lost Girl

They're Here...

I leave her room and crawl onto my bed. I seriously need to catch some z's but I probably won't be able to sleep until I know what the bad boy keeps in his pockets...so I take the wallet out and flip it open. The first thing I see is a picture of him and a guy who looks a little older than him, but very much like him, so probably his brother or something although I didn't even know he had one. They're dressed pretty formally with slicked back hair and black tie style clothes, neither of them are smiling. Next I go to the big pocket and felt a couple bills, probably ones but I pulled 'em out anyway. But holy shit the boy had at least 500 in twenties...how the hell did he get this kind of cash?

After that I was curious so I went to the other pocket and found an I.D. that has his picture and first name, but it didn't say Brent Temp, it said Brent Forest, which is weird because that's not his name, but it's his same age. This is just getting more and more confusing. I pull out at least 3 credit cards and they all have the same name on them, Forest.

Finally I realised that the picture might have more info on this mysterious bad boy so I take it out and flip it over: Xander and Brent, Blood Roses' Gala.

Okay well 1) Xander must be that guy in the pic with him, and 2) Aren't the Blood Roses like some big gang thingy? What would Brent be doing with them? And that's really weird because the Blood Roses were huge back in Cali...I never thought they would be here.

I was so freaked out after that, that I just went to bed and decided to sleep the problem away.

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I woke up to Sierra jumping on my stomach and complaining about how I'm not fat and she doesn't like jumping on a "not squishy tummy" as she calls it. I gently push her off and slowly make my way into my bathroom to jump in the shower and wake up. After I shower I see that Sierra has left to go jump on Ness and help our chef make breakfast.

When I walk down the stairs she hears me and runs to my side, giving my leg a big hug. "Good morning" she smiles up at me. 'Hey Princess, how did you sleep", I asked her while making my way toward the food.

"Well, I had a strange dream about a big person", big person is what she called adults and older teens like me. "I think it was a man big person, and he had a funny looking toy in his hand. I don't know why but I was laying down on my stomach under a bed, but I don't remember where it was. Anyways on his arm he had a big flower and it was red and pretty. I don't remember anything else, and I woke up after a big Bang happened, but I think it was a part of my dream" she describes it to me slowly like she's trying to remember but I already know perfectly what she has yet to say, because I was there.

That was the night my parents were killed, the night everything in my life went to shit. I don't know how she remembers that night but I guess traumatic events tend to stick. I picture what she's telling me from my memory and realize that she is talking about the guy's tattoo. I'd never thought too hard on it before, I knew it was a gang thing for sure, but I didn't know which one...until now. I pried her tiny arms from around my leg and ran upstairs as fast as I could, over to my dresser where I'd hid the wallet. I scrambled to get it out and pulled the picture of the borther's out. I looked at their arms but they were clasped behind the borthers' backs. 

That's when I noticed the roses pinned to the lapels of their jackets, red, just like blood. This can't just be a coincidence, right? No way, there has got to be some reasonable explanation for this. And I needed to find out whether I was write or wrong, today.

I made a plan to get a peek at Brent's arm at school. Then I ate breakfast with the girls and acted like nothing was wrong. I hopped in my car as soon as it was over and dropped Sierra off at daycare. "Be good today angel, I love you". "I love you too sissy" she smiles and walks away. I know what you're probably thinking, why leave her at daycare when people could be trying to kill her; oh well because in class with her everyday are 5 highly trained security officers armed with ammunition and the orders to protect her at all costs, under cover as T.A's. The school is well aware of them and had no problems with the arrangement after they saw my checkbook in action.

After leaving the school I drive off to my own school, only 3 miles away, and climb out of my car. I guess it's now or never, I walk into the school and no one notices me-obviously, as I'm dressed in plain jeans and a hoodie because here I'm a nerd-and I grab my stuff from my locker. I'm kind of nervous about completing my plan but I need to know, even if it means public embarrassment of the highest order. So pretty much I'm just going to "accidentally" trip and grab his sleeve while I fall. Oh god, here he comes.

He walks by front and center, flanked by his two best friends Chris and Tannor on either side of him. I start walking and stare down at my feet, pretending to be super intimidated. I see his shoes and suddenly stumble and "fall" down while reaching out and grabbing a fistful of his sleeve. I look out as I hit the ground and catch a glimpse of a red rose petal on his wrist before he yanks his sleeve down and starts cussing me out.

"Really Nerd? You think you can fucking touch me like that you fucking bitch? Answer me bitch. Huh? You think you can even look at me?"

"N-no. I-I-I'm s-sorry. I did-dn't mean it. I'm s-s-orry" ugh god I hate fake stuttering, it's so annoying. He just swore again and walked away, ooh how scary. Ugh, i get up off the gross-ass floor and make my way to first period. I guess I have my answer then...I don't know what I'm going to do, but I have to do something now that I'm onto them. If I'm not careful they could figure it out and I need to think, and I need to do it fucking fast. God save me before I kill the fuckers myself. But that doesn't mean I'm not way out of my league on this one...and I might even be scared.