Louis' long lost sister

Chapter four

When we get to where we are going, it's an abandoned building a few blocks over. Some of the guys are breaking shit while the rest of the people get in a circle and pass a joint. I sit on the sidelines and watch. I've never seen high people before so this should be fun.

We are there for an hour and by this time everybody is high. That's when we see bright blue and red lights flashing outside in one of the windows. Everybody starts scrambling and I panic so I don't move.

The door is burst open only moments later and the police come in and start hand cuffing people who couldn't escape in time. I just sat there until I saw a slightly overweight officer come over to me and wave his hands in front of my face. It wasn't until he handcuffed me that I realized everything that was happening. I was just caught drunk, on private property, with a bunch of people doing drugs. Shit.

The cop shoves me into the back of his squad car along with another girl who looks a little younger than me. She reeks of weed and I start coughing a little. The cops pull out of the place and drive for ten minutes till we get to the station. I get my mug shot taken and my finger prints. I'm then asked to do a urine sample which I felt awkward about, especially when they had a women watch me. After that I'm placed into a cell with a few of the other people from the building.

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I've been here all night. I can tell since I fell asleep and there is a small window which I saw the sun in. Last night everybody went home or something that was in my cell. They didn't specify. I was alone and I was starting to get worried. A few minutes later, a woman in black pants, white dress shirt, and red jacket was let into my cell.

"Hello Freya, would you please come with me?" I nodded and stood and she took me to a large room with many cubicles inside. She eventually walks into one and sat down behind the desk. "Okay now I have some news for you, Freya. Do you need anything before we start?" She questioned I just shook my head and she continued talking. "Okay so as I was saying, I have some news for you but I'm not sure how you'll take it. You're not really Freya Wilson. You were kidnapped at age 2. You were at daycare when one of the workers walked off with you on her break one day. Does the name 'Pebbles daycare ring any bells?" When I shook my head she continued. "That was the place your kidnapper was working before she took you. It wasn't till three hours later, when your mom came to pick you and your brother up, that they realized the two of you were gone. They check the security tapes and saw her load you into a van and drove away."

I was completely in shock. So many thoughts and emotions were running through my mind currently. Only one escaped my lips though "how do you know that it's me?"

"Well simple. When we ran the prints from last night, we found your file. The one that was made when you were announced kidnapped. The police took finger prints off of one of your bottles at home when you were kidnapped. Now you must be wondering about your real family and what is to become of your kidnappers. Well the women was taken into custody when she came to pick you up. We are still looking for the man. We checked the house but he was long gone.

We contacted your real family. They are coming in from London so they should be here in a few hours. You will be taken back to your other home to pack anything you need, an officer will be with you, and you will be given enough time for one goodbye then you will be brought back here and put into the care of your real family"

That was a lot to take in. I wasn't sure what to say. I just nodded and the woman called for 'Officer Finn'. Seconds later Officer Finn was at my side and escorting me out the building and to a car.

We got to my house, changed into skinny jeans and a MCR sweater then I packed up everything. I didn't have much. A couple clothes, shoes, my posters, and hair and makeup supplies. The Officer helped me with my bags and put them in the trunk. I gave him Gabby's address and we left. When we got there we walked up to the door together. I knocked and Gabby answered in seconds. She had bags I under her eyes.

"OH MY GOD, FREYA! I THOUGHT YOU GOT LOST AND I WASN'T GOING TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! HOLY SHIT!" she screamed while hugging me. She looked to the side and saw the officer and pulled away. "Um Frey, why is he here?"

"Um it's a long story. May we go inside?"

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I just got done explaining everything to her and she had the same expression I did. Confused beyond belief. It took us a minute but it finally clicked that we wouldn't be seeing each other in a very long time and we started crying and holding each other. Well, she was crying. We were hugging for a solid three minutes till the Officer coughed and told me that it was time to leave. She kissed me on the cheek and we were off.

Back at the police station now, I was sitting in a small conference room with Officer Finn who helped me carry my bags in again. Red jacket girl from before came in and sat next me. "So, Freya, I bet you're wondering who your real family is" I nodded. Still not quite finding the right words to say. "Well let me just tell you that your real name is Diana Tomlinson. Your family is in the lobby right now, they just got here, and they are filling out some forms. They will be here shortly but I will wait to let them in if you aren't quite ready." I nodded again. Tomlinson, where I have I heard that name before? Moments later, there is a knock on the door. Mrs. Red Jacket looked at me asking a silent question. I nodded and she opened the door. Rushing in came a women and man that actually look a little like me. Especially the women. They ran up to me and pulled me in for a hug. I hesitated but hugged back. Something just felt very right about this. We were there for a minute until we pulled away and Red Jacket spoke again.

"Well I see you are safely in the custody of your family so you are free to leave at any point." She smiled and left the room. Officer Finn stayed behind and carried my bags to the car. When we walked outside the station, there was a bunch of paparazzi. Why? I have no clue. Mom and dad seem to have understood because they immediately ducked me head down and dad threw his jacket over my head. The car was waiting for us when we got to the end of the path and when we got in, the driver took off. I still couldn't put my finger on why the name Tomlinson was so familiar....