In The Name Of . . . (Sequel to Fault Line) [Completed]

Chapter Eleven

In the morning I wake up refreshed. Which is great, seeing as I don't get a lot of nights like this. I'm lucky that Aunt Mallory let me stay the night, though I am her niece/ adopted daughter, I did run away . . . so at least I can still stay here and not be grounded. For now.

I climb out of bed. Lizzy and Richie are expecting me sometime later and I need to get ready. Before I grab my clothes to head to the bathroom, I bring the covers up to the headboard and place my pillows all nicely upon my bed.

After that task is finished, I grab a faded t-shirt and a pair of jeans that I swear I have never sen before in my life. Heading to the bathroom, I do my usual routine: brush teeth, fix hair, apply concealer and/ or mascara. I'm not the type to use all sorts of make-up, unlike Megan who needs new products almost every month. I'm surprised that with that much amount of make-up used she doesn't look like a clown. Smiling at the thought of Megan being a clown, I change my clothes, making sure that the jeans I grabbed actually fit me.

Which they do.

I do a final check in the mirror. Good. I exit the bathroom and start towards the stairs. Walking down the stairs, I am greeted by the smell of bacon and . . . something else. Oh wait, it's just Megan's perfume. The one where if you breathe it for a long time it can cause your head to completely detach from body and fall to the floor with Megan screaming like the sissy she is. Well . . . that sentence got away from me.

"It smells wonderful." I tell Aunt Mallory as she stands near the bacon, guarding it.

"You're not just saying that because you want something, right?" She replies without looking at me.

"Why would I want anything?" I mock her tone. She laughs and Megan rolls her eyes.

"Can we eat yet? The girls will be here in an hour and I still need to find my pumps." Megan complains.

"I cannot believe you just said 'pumps'." I gawk at her.

Megan shrugs. "What? A girl can have lingo."

"And then you follow it up with 'lingo'. Who are you? Cause you for sure aren't my sister."

"People change." She replies simply. Aunt Mallory places a plate before each of us and we both are distracted by the food to continue our 'argument.'

After we all eat in silence for a few minutes, I break the not so silent silence. "Anyways, going back on earlier conversation. Um, some of my friends are going on a vacation and they were wondering if I could go with them."

Aunt Mallory looks up at me and I smile innocently. "You want to leave to go on a vacation even though you have missed school for a few days and have lots of homework to catch up on."

"I can handle that later. They said that if I couldn't go then they would have to take Louiz's grandmother and I can't let them down."

Aunt Mallory thinks it over while I continue eating. Megan puts her dishes in the sink and disappears into her room. Aunt Mallory finally agrees to let me go and I finish eating. Grabbing my stuff, I head out of the door and start to walk to the hotel.

As soon as I walk through the door, they are already thinking about where we should go next. Don't they ever just take a break? I mean, I also want to find out what exactly happened to Jane but this is getting out of hand. I'm Jane's freaking sister and they're more obsessed with her than I am. Who do they think they are?!

"Lana?"

I snap my head to the voice. Lizzy and Richie are looking at me with eager eyes. "Yeah?"

"Do you have any idea?" Lizzy asks.

"Oh. Um. Give me a minute to think, she might of hinted to me about it." I leave them to arrange my packing, a few minutes later I stand up and tell them that I might have an idea. "Jane never told me directly that she was going there, but her motives before makes sense of why she did."