Moonlight Sun 2

Dairy

It wasn't like Mr. Wonderful to miss a party, then again it wasn't like Randy to miss his little brother's 17th birthday party, I guess since I couldn't think of a better gift for my little brother than closure about our mother. I went to the police station to find out all the information I could find. I came up with nothing.

People don't just vanish into thin air. I now had to convince myself of that. I asked Grandma for the keys to the old house, convincing her that I left something for school over there. I didn't want to tell her what I was really doing, convinced that there was still something she was keeping from me.

I looked all over the house to find anything that belonged to my mother, pictures. At least something no one would miss and find out what I was doing. I went to the attic and found exactly what I was looking for, it was a big box of my mother's things. I almost wanted to take the entire thing, but decided just to take what I needed just so no one would suspect anything.

Over the smell of the moth balls in the attic, I could still make out my mother's scent from the box. She was real. I said to myself as I looked for something I could use. Then I found it, it was a silver book. When I opened it I recognized her hand writing. I was so happy. I decided to go through the box and look for something, anything else. Nothing.

I decide to give up, until I looked around and saw and old friend looking back at me, watching me carefully and smiling in acceptance. I knew those black glassy eyes anywhere.

"Bobo!" I smiled. "What are you doing up here?" I pulled my old teddy bear out of the box he was peaking out of. I sat and held Bobo and my mom's diary close to me, just thinking. I decided to bring Bobo, with me back to Beaufort, maybe he would be my good luck charm.

The next day I tried to find time to myself to ready my mother's diary. Before class I decided to used that time to advantage. I found the first page of her handwriting and began to carefully read.

Dear Diary,

Me and Kurt just found out some exciting news. I am pregnant again. Just when it seemed like I was just getting a handle on being someone's mother. Randall is the perfect baby and I already know he is going to be the perfect big brother. He reminds me so much of Kurt already. This time I decided since Kurt got his little boy to carry on his name and legacy, now I am praying for a little girl, then our family will be complete.

I am so happy, I am over the moon. I still feel like a newlywed. Kurt treats me like his princess and he is so hands on as a father, not that I had any doubts. I feel like a am living in a fairytale. My life is perfect!

Cara

I closed the diary and took in her words, a tear streamed down my face. I wiped it quickly just in case anyone was watching. It was amazing that I was just a little baby at the time, and already my mother thought that I would be a good big brother. Her words were comforting and were exactly what I needed to hear, but still didn't tell me what happened to her. I stayed optimistic as I slipped the diary in my book bag, collected myself and went to class.

The day was for the most part uneventful until after training, we were walking toward the cottage, and all we saw was Sorrell's car pull up the main road like a bat out of hell. Kenyon had to jump out of the way, because the car would have hit him. I wondered if that was Sorrell's intention.

She step out of the car and slammed the door and threw a yellow piece of paper in his face.

"You're bill Mr. Phallan!"

Kenyon's eyes were wide.

"I can't believe you would stoop so low!"

"Sweetheart, I was just trying to help." He countered.

"I told you I didn't need your help! You go behind my back, and do exactly what I tell you not to do!" She fussed. "You're a selfish, over-posessive, jerk!"

I had never seen Sorrell so angry. I just didn't think she had it in her. This was not the lovey dovey couple I was use to seeing, this was a whole new side, and I just stood there in shock.

"Sorrell, I'm sorry!"

"If I had to pick one word that's over-used in this relationship, it would be 'sorry'." she said.

"What are you saying, Sorrell?"

"I'm saying 'sorry' just isn't enough, Kenyon!"

"What do you want me to do Sorrell?"

"Nothing!" she hissed. "That's the problem! I'm done!"

"You don't mean that!" said Kenyon putting his arms around her.

She pushed him off "It's over Kenyon! I'm done!" She stomped back to her car, got in and drove off, but her car stalled up the dirt road. I looked at Kenyon, who was looking at the ground sadly.

"You're not going after her?"

He looked at me like a sad puppy. "I think I really blew it this time, Randy!" He began walking back toward the cottage.

"Seriously?" I said. I walked over to Sorrell's stalled car and knocked on the driver window, when I heard the click of her unlocking the passenger door, I went over to the passenger's side and slid into the seat and closed the door.

"Hi, Sorrell!" I smiled.

She crossed her arms and huffed. "Why does you brother have to be so pigheaded?"

I chuckled. "You asking me?"

"Don't you ever just want to strangle him?"

"All the time!" I joked.

"I mean, heaven forbid I break a nail of something."

"Randy, Sorrell broke a nail! Call the fire Marshall!"

We both erupted in laughter at my Kenyon impression.

"I just can't do it anymore, it like he doesn't trust me, or even give me room to breathe. He smothers me!" she complained.

"But you love him."

"Of course I love him!" she admitted.

"When you're in love logic goes out the window." I explained. "Kenyon's an idiot, but you love him!"

"Does that make me an idiot?"

I smiled and shook my head. "No." I assured. "People kill for what you and Kenyon have. Are you really ready to walk away from that?"

She sighed.

"I've known Kenyon, all his life and have never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you." I said. "I've never heard him talk about anyone, the way he talks about you."

She bit her lip and shook her head.

"Are you really ready to walk out, over something so small? If I had what you guys have, you think I'd be marrying Alana?"

She looked at me and slid her hand into mine. "You deserve that you know."

I shrugged. "I have a legacy to protect." I said. "But thank you!"

She smiled, opened the car door and got out. I followed her back to the cottage where Kenyon was on the porch leaning against a pillar staring sadly at his hands. He looked like he didn't have a friend in the world. His eyes lit up as Sorrell walked up to him. He swept her up into his arms and they shared a deep kiss. I smiled, content with a job well done. The world was back as it should be.

I decided to find somewhere to hangout and leave the lovebirds alone. Maybe I would read more of my mother's diary and see if I could find out what happened to her.