One month later...
I sigh, "Come on Anilay. You have to eat something." I stroke her soft, beach blond hair, watching her stare vacantly at the wall with her puffy red eyes.
Kyle leans against the doorway; his dark brown hair is messy from not combing it for a few days, and bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. At least he's had more sleep than I could get. I probably look worse. "We have a visitor Lily."
"Manager again?" I ask tiredly. Kyle nods. "You get abducted and disappear for a year...",I mutter.
Last year, Kyle and I had gotten kidnapped. I think their intentions were to only take me, but Kyle got in the way. I don't remember much from when we were taken, but I could never forget the torture we were put through just so they could get a few thousand bucks. The beatings, being practically starved to death, and almost drowned if we didn't behave and keep quiet..the cuts and bruises...I still have the scars all over my body, one on my face that is hidden by my bangs. We never knew if our parents were doing anything to get us back. For months we sat in the dark room they kept us in, until one day, they gave up.
By then we were already close to dying, they thought that leaving us in the middle of no where would do the trick and we would die without any evidence.
Luckily, someone lived not to far down the road from where we were left, and found us as he was driving home from work. He called the police and....you pretty much get the rest.
In the time that we were gone, our parents adopted Anilay(yes, she is adopted). They had trued everything they could to get us back, but the police gave up after a few months. Kyle felt betrayed, but I immediately fell in love with the thought of having a sister. Him and Anilay will never be close, I'm afraid. But, the thing that scares me the most is, the men that abducted us got away. I'm afraid they'll find us again and kill us themselves this time.
Our Emmy trots into the room and lays her head on my leg whimpering. I smile slightly, scratching her behind her ears. She huffs air at me and licks my hand, rushing from the room, yipping happily. Strange pup...
I stand up and follow Emmy downstairs to find her sniffing our manager, Chris's, shiny black shoes. She sneezes and shakes her head running over to me, yipping until I pick her up into my arms. "Hey," I greet him, stroking Emmy softly.
"Lily," I correct him.
"Lily, I have some things we need to talk about: Where you're going to live, Agents, and all that fun stuff." He says running a hand through his dark hair. My eyes check out his new black suit and red tie.
"This isn't a good time Chris. We just got back from the memorial service an hour ago, and you're already bothering us about moving out and our careers." I say quietly, hearing footsteps stop at the top of the stairs. Kyle. "I hate having people feel sorry for us. It happened a year ago! Why can't they just get over it!"
Chris shrugs, "Most people are. We want to move you both onto bigger and better things. Haven't you always wanted to be a famous singer?" I cross my arms and give him a slight nod, "How do I know your not just doing this for more money?"
"I am." he smiles, shrugging again. Well, at least he's telling us the truth...If mom was here she would kick Chris out in a heartbeat...but she's not. My vision starts to blur slightly.' NO.' I think. 'Not in front of Chris and your brother. You have to be strong now. You have to step up to the plate, and be the adult now.'
I let my arms fall to my side, clenching my fists, "Chris, please leave. We will talk to you at a better time."
"Just go! Please..." A few tears threaten to escape, "Come back tomorrow. I promise we'll talk tomorrow." Chris rolls his eyes and begins to head out the door, almost running into someone at the door. "Lily? Is this a bad time?" my best friend, Isabella, asks from the doorway as Chris disappears. I smile slightly and shake my head.
"Come on in."
"Okay. I came over for a reason besides just spending the night." Isabella says.
"I know. You always do." I say smiling slightly, "What's up?"
The brunette tries to tuck her hair behind her ear, but her bangs are too short and fall back in front of her face. She's nervous. Her big, water blue eyes give me a pleading look, "Promise you won't get mad?" I nod. Isabella relaxes slightly, "Luka is really upset. He told me that he really messed up l last month."
My heart constricts painfully and butterflies fill my stomach, but I remain calm, "I don't want to talk about him Isa."