Sneak Peak- Lost but Not Forgotten
GUESS WHO’S DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!
T H I S B I T C H
GUESS WHO’S BIRTHDAY IS IN FOUR DAYS !!!!!!!!!!!!
T H I S B I T C H
I graduate officially in about ten days, and I become a legal adult in four. I am very excited and in an oddly good mood today, so here’s a sneak peak of what’s to come in Lost but Not Forgotten :)
WARNING- This is unedited and subject to change. It’s also probably very bad and angsty.
Chapter Eleven
"We are in the stages of Discovery. It is a very long and tedious process. Right now, we’re gathering witness testimonies. We’ve contacted the detectives, as well as a few character witnesses.”
Trying to look invested in the meeting, you nod along to what Micah is saying. “Y/N, you are a lay witness.” Micah continues, something in his voice changes. It’s careful, cautious, almost like he’s scared to tell you what he needs to. “Your testimony will determine the sentence for each of them.”
You nod slowly, trying to keep calm. Testifying against Jason and Emilia- against your parents- is something you do not want to do. At that moment, you want to get up and walk out. No way in hell are you going to help incriminate your parents. You can’t stop the words that fell from your lips.
“Do I have to testify?”
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You need to hear their voices. You need to know that they’re still with you in some way. They are your parents.You need them. So you go to your voicemail. To your surprise, there are a ton of new ones, most of which are from numbers that you’ve never seen before.
You scroll down, landing on a new one from Padre from the day after they were arrested. You hesitate before clicking on it. Glancing around, you make sure no one is around. You turn the volume down and click play. His voice is barely audible, but it’s smooth and soft at the same time.
Y/N your mom and I are on the plane. I overheard the flight attendants talking about an arrest that will be made as soon as the flight ends. Erik and Carlos told us they haven’t heard from you in days. I need you to know that I love you. I did my best for you. Every sacrifice that I made, every late night and therapy appointment was because I love you.
You squeeze your eyes shut as the recording keeps going.
I know that this is going to look bad. I know that the media will be all over this, but please remember who your real family is. Please remember everything you mother and I have done for you. You’ll always be my daughter. I love you.
The voicemail ends with a beep. The call was made while you were at the police station, writing the statement that will land them in prison for the rest of their lives.
There’s one from Mama <3 on that same day, at that same time.
Y/N, oh my sweet girl, what did you do? There are people coming to arrest us soon. Why did you do it? Were we not enough for you? Those people left you alone, now you want them back? Sweetie, why? All we did was love you and now you’re betraying us. When all is said and done, remember what we did for you.
Her tone is condescending, harsh and manipulative. She wants you to feel guilty, and it’s working. Overwhelming regret comes over you. Now, more than ever, you’re wishing you didn’t go to school on the last day, wishing you didn’t let your curiosity get the better of you. Anger rips through your chest. Anger at yourself, anger at your parents, anger at everyone involved, How could they rip you away? How could you be so stupid to call the police? How fucking could you?
Chapter Twelve
"Y/N, please. We only want to help, sweet pea." Deborah says, tears now coming to her eyes. Your hands are shaking now, heart pumping.
"Y/N, you're going to listen to us. Do as we say, we're your parents." Robert demands.
You don't know what comes over you in the next few seconds, but it isn't pretty. Fear morphs into anger, and you say the first thing that comes to mind.
"My parents are sitting in a jail cell in Washington state." Your voice is cold, hard.
Deborah's face crumbles. The tears start spilling from her eyes, and she shakes her head, mumbling something inaudible. Pure agony washes over Robert's face.
"No, Y/N. We're your parents."
"My parents are facing decades in jail because of you."
"They kidnapped you."
"They loved me!"
"No, sweet-"
You don't let Deborah finish. "I was ripped away from everything I know, and you expect me to accept it? Just like that? Accept you? I don't know you! You are strangers! My real parents are going to rot away in cells for the rest of time, and I'm never going to see them again." Your voice cracks at the last sentence. Now you're crying too.
The hurt on Robert's face is evident. Deborah is now openly sobbing only the way a mother can knowing that her child is lost, and you know that you've just royally fucked up.
After a few seconds, you turn away. You're storming out when someone grabs your shoulder. You tear it away as you turn. "Don't you fucking touch me!" You all but spit in Robert's face.
“I am your father.” “You are a stranger!” You don’t let him say anything. Instead, you storm out the back door.
That is all I have for you folks! Again, I don’t know when I’ll begin posting this again. I want to have every chapter edited and ready to post before posting so I can avoid another hiatus. I’m working on the dialogue drabbles/fics and will have a posting schedule for that out soon. Thanks y’all :)
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