girl meets the secret to life | lucaya & riarkle

48. Girl Meets the Painful Truth.

Lucas Friar's POV

Feet walked calmly up and down the hall. The occasional heels, boots, but not much should other then that.

You could hear a faint whisper every now and then. Someone would sigh, or someone would say "What now?" But that's all I could ever pick out.

I looked down at my lap, clenching my shaking hands together. I didn't know what to do.

I never knew one phone call could change everything.

I didn't know what to think. Her voice was so calm, as if she wasn't telling me the most devastating news I'd hear in my life.

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"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Lucas Friar?"

"Yes, that's me. How can I help you?"

"You're written down as Maya Hart's emergency contact. Does that still apply as of now?"

"Yes, of course. We're still together. Why? Did something happen? Is she okay?"

"Mr. Fria-"

"Could you put her on the phone? Who is this anyways?"

"Mr. Friar, my name is Amanda. I'm from the police department."

"Police-"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Friar. But I have some hard news for you."

"What? Where is Maya? Tell me!"

"Mr. Friar. Please listen calmly and carefully."

"Give the phone to Maya! I need to know that she's okay."

"Maya Hart is not here, sir."

"Where is she?"

"We aren't sure."

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The conversation runs again and again inside my mind. I had slammed the phone down, kicking the wall and falling over. The tears wouldn't stop falling, as I screamed at nothing in my office.

Why God? Why must you take away the one thing that keeps me going? Not thing.

Why must you take my girl? My light? My everything?

You made me work so damn hard for her. We've been through everything. Why when things are finally good, you take it all with the snap of your fingers?

The tears began to fall again, no matter how hard I tried. I just thought of her over and over.

My baby girl. So strong and always
persevering through everything that comes her way. She always keeps a smile on her face, or she's having an attitude and making me laugh.

I think of her wavy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her beautiful set of white teeth and her clear skin.

I love that girl with my everything.

And that girl could be gone.

She could be dead.

I cried and cried and cried then.

The pain in my chest seemed to grow within the second. I could feel physically my heart as it began to slowly shatter. All my hopes of a happy life gone.

I now had a life alone. I was alone.

Maya is gone.

I don't know how long I sat there. Crying on and off and staring at the wall. I didn't want to lose her.

I need Maya.

What am I going to do?

Four kids, no college education job in a crappy office, and sad.

I felt so lonely sitting there, crying all alone in the police department. Praying occasionally to God to give me an answer.

They showed me the pictures of the car, half down the mountain. They don't have a body.

But no one thinks the human body can stand that.

I don't know how to feel. I feel like I'm dreaming. It's hit me but it feels so unreal.

I wipe my eyes. I've sat here for hours, I need to go home.

I drive the car home slowly, terrified to enter the house alone. I have to be strong for the kids, but how am I supposed to be okay and strong when it hurts me the most?

How am I supposed to say it's going to be okay when I don't think it will?

How do I do life without my second half? My lifeline... she's.... she is gone.

I park and walk to the door. The kids have been home alone for an hour and a half, I feel so bad. I know they are alone and confused.

But I am alone and confused too.

I unlock the door, opening it and walking inside. It's quiet inside.

I can sense the sadness and the fear immediately.

"Hey guys," I say quietly.

Isaac walks into the front entryway, dragging his feet behind him. "Hi Dad."

I watch as his face crumbles, my heart drops. Poor boy, he's scared for his Mom.

"Come here buddy," I say, holding my arms out to him.

He runs to me and hugs me tightly.

"Dad," He cries out. "Why? Tell me why?"

I hold him tighter.

Maya, please. Please shortstack.

"I miss mom," He sobs.

"Me too, buddy. Me too," I reply sadly. "It's gonna be okay."

"No, it's not," He whispers. "Where is Mom?"

Lizzy walks into the room, holding the twins' hands. They join the hug, beginning to sob with Isaac.

I hold it in for a while, but eventually I lose it too.

We stand there, hugging and crying.

Please.

My thoughts scream.

Bring her home.

Bring my blonde beauty home to me.

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