the beautiful grave (book II)

finding you

krista

Once I was knocked out of my hallucinations regarding a man that was not my boyfriend, the first thing I instantly did was go for the phone. I dialed my home number with rapid fingers, held the receiver to my ear and waited for a friendly voice to pick up.

     It wasn't Shari who answered. In fact, it was my father, sounding rather choked.

     "H-hello?"

     "Dad, it's me. Where's Shari?" I was interested to hear why she wasn't paying attention to her duties.

     "I gave her the day off. Why are you calling here?" If I wasn't his daughter, I would've assumed he was offended I'd do such a thing.

     Which was just weird in itself, because my dad was hardly ever like that.

     "Um, I was calling to say I'm coming home, at least for a while. I miss you." I wound the cord around my finger, a stupid nervous habit I'd always had.

     His reaction wasn't what I'd predicted. His tone was a lot different to how it was normally, as if he was truly tired of my existence.

     "No, Krista. Stay in school, you're not needed here at the moment."

     I was gob smacked. He'd never said anything like that to me before. If anyone, then mom would be the one to say it. I had the feeling they weren't themselves right now. This wasn't his normal behavior.

     "But you let out–"

     "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I have to go. Have fun." With a quick kiss on his end, he hung up.

     And I sat on my bed, the tears still not disappeared from my face yet. I had the sense they were going to stir up all over again. My own father didn't want to talk to me, and besides Elliot (well, not recently), he was the only man friend I had.

     It was as if this 'Lady' person hadn't just stripped me of everything and everyone I knew, but that she'd put things into other people's heads too, with the idea nobody wanted me.

     Everyone from my previous life were continuing to shut me out, whether it be because of my memory loss or not. I couldn't rely on anybody right now.

     However, my thoughts were focused on one thing only: was I truly adopted?

     The only people who could provide me with the answer weren't even talking to me. What could they be doing that was more vital than their 'supposedly missing' daughter?

     Right, that was it. I made the decision there and then to make a visit to my parent's house. I was curious over what my father couldn't tell me on the phone.

     Besides, I had the right to know, I was what was left of their family.

     After calling Dustin, my chauffeur, and scheduling my own private jet back home, I finally got up from the bed. I was fed up with being so miserable and pathetic, I thought, as I flung a mass of clothes into a duffel bag. I'd be with my family for as long as they wanted me and, frankly, I wouldn't mind if they insisted I stay home, this school was creeping me out.

     And by school, I mean certain people. I think I'd had enough of them to last me forever.

     I was locking the dorm room door behind me when a familiar voice called me from down the hall. It wasn't too bad though, it could've been worse.

     Trevor grinned brightly as he jogged up to meet me, his lovely brown eyes melting.

     "Everybody is talking about you, you're certainly living up to that..." His voice finally trailed off as he noticed my luggage. Eyes gleaming, he stalled for a couple of seconds before he pointed to it in incredulity. "That's not what I think it is, is it?"