Intertwined

Chapter 27: Unexpected

Lucas's P.o.V.-

It takes me double the time to get home since Anastasia didn't give me a lift. Tomorrow I am going to find my mom, without the help of Anastasia. I looked the address up when I got home, and turns out it is only a 45 minute walk. So tomorrow I am going to wake up bright and early, to walk to meet her. I toss and turn in my bed all night long. Unable to get comfortable with the thought of losing my only friend. I mean Anastasia is the only person who has ever caught my eye, and it disturbs me that I could lose her. I want to walk over there right now, but I won't. My pride and ego won't allow me to; eventually I fall asleep. When I wake up I do my normal routine, careful not to wake up my dad who has passed out in the living room. Soon I am on my journey through the projects to meet my birth giver. The rough, old scenery is perfect for pictures. It makes me regret not bringing my camera. Taking photos has always been a hobby of mine, and I'm quiet good at it. I am careful while walking to avoid any trouble. Finally around 7:45 I arrive at my destination. It is a small brick house with a very home-like appeal. There is a mailbox full of letters at the end of the driveway. I am tempted to peek into them but I decide against it. After a few minutes of standing there I get the courage to walk up and knock. I stand there waiting but no one answers. I try the doorbell, and before it can finish ringing the door is yanked open. I am shocked to see a elderly man standing in front of me, instead of a beautiful lady.

"I don't want whatever your selling!" The old man says before going to slam the door.

I stick my foot in the door preventing it to from closing.

"I'm sorry to bother you sir, but I am looking for my mom. She sent me a card from this address." I say kindly.

"I'm the only person to ever live here. Sorry to burst your bubble!" He says rudely.

"Look I'm sorry to waste your time, but I've been nothing but nice. The least you could do is not be a grumpy old asshole about it." I say finally, before walking off.

The old man grumbles something, then slams his door as I walk away in disappointment. She must have put a fake address on the card. Wow, pure shallow. I take a different, more familiar route on the walk home. I try not to tear up as I pass by all the nicer houses, imagining what my life could have been like. I am ten minutes from home. I pick my head up and wipe my tears off of my cheeks. Just as I do I see a very familiar person on the old playground swings. A girl looking almost identical to Anastasia is gently kicking her feet back and forth. I can only make out half of her face, so I'm not entirely sure it's actually Anastasia. Through all the bushes and trees my judgement is altered, so I don't walk towards the girl. I see a guy come into view, which helps me rule out that it is Anastasia. I must really need to see her, if I am visioning her in places. I continue walking and shortly arrive home to my now enraged dad.

"Where the hell have you been?!" He roars.

"None of your fucking business." I snarl.

"Don't talk to me like that boy." He says sitting back down.

I go to walk in my room but he clears his voice and begins to speak again.

" I seen that girl you were with the other day. She is very pretty. A shame she hangs out with you. By the way if you went to the address on the card, you were most likely disappointed because your mom doesn't want to find her." He says smirking.

" Don't fucking talk about Anastasia." I say facing away from him.

He laughs sinisterly before continuing his drink. I go in my room and slam the door, emphasizing my frustration. I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder, before climbing out my window. My feet land simultaneously on the cool ground. I begin to walk with no intended destination, in desperate need to clear my head. Within the time I have been walking I don't even realize that I am in Anastasia's neighborhood. And then in front of her house. I don't know why but my gut is telling me something isn't right. I go up and knock on the door, but when my fist contacts it, it pushes itself open. The house looks relatively normal, until I get to the stairs. There's is a bat laying on the third step and the rug at the top has been pulled down aggressively. I rush up the stairs to her room and bust open her door. Everything looks undisturbed until I glance down at my feet and see a puddle of bright red. Blood. My phone dings and I quickly pull it out hoping it's her. It is just a notification for Wattpad. Not like it matters because her cell phone is on her night stand, I shove my phone back in my pocket. I go to the garage to take her car, but it is already gone. What the hell happened here?