Undercover

Chapter One

I walked into the large school nervously clutching my books. It was like the first day of kindergarden all over again. I itched my brown wig and tried to get used to the awkward feeling of my green contacts. This was day one of being undercover.

"Hey!" A petite blond said walking beside me,"you must be Sarah Hill. I'm Rebecca Jones, I'll be showing you around the school."

"Oh okay, thanks." I replied to her softly.

My manager Cal must have set this up, he must have checked every little detail is this girls history. I guess this means she is safe. And as long as I keep a low profile, know one will notice me.

"So where are you from?" She asked with a warm smile.

I hesitated. I was from Hollywood, born and raised. But I could never tell her that.

"I'm from, Halifax. I just moved here to Miami." I lied.

"Oh cool, what was Halifax like?"

Damn, why didn't I pay more attention in Geography class.

"Um, it was, cold." I hope that was right.

"Oh,"she said not seeming to really care if the answer I had given was right or not,"I think we have all the same classes together. Science is our first class. Come on." She dragged me into a classroom already filled with about ten people. Everyone looked at me as I came in, did they know who I really was? But then I remembered, I was the new girl, of course they would stare.

"Let's sit in the back." I suggested to her.

She nodded and the two of us grabbed two seats near the back left corner.

"Do you like Science?" She asked me starring at me intently with her brown eyes.

"Ah, yeah. Science is alright. I'm more into English and history though."

"Oh no way, me too!" She replied with excitment,"so what are some of your hobbies?"

I thought, I loved to sing and dance, but I wasn't going to say that.

"I like art." I lied, although, it wasn't a complete lie. I did enjoy drawing and painting when I had freetime.

"Me too! Drawing is my passion. I hope someone to become an artist, but until then, I'm in school." She said with a laugh.

I laughed along with her,"Well I'd love to see some of your work."

"You should come over after school today! I'll show you some of it then." She said putting her hand over mine happily.

"Yeah that would be gre-" I stopped talking when something hit me in the back of the head,"Ow!"

I looked behind me into a pair of emerald green eyes, they almost instantly make my heart stop.

"Watch were your going!" I said stubbornly.

He looked surprised by my outburst, and instead of saying sorry, he just walked away.

As soon as he was out of earshot Rebecca whispered into my ear,"That's Even Gradle. He's a freak. He never talks to anyone and he always looks like he's about to punch someone. I'd stay away from him if I were you." She warned.

I glanced at Even from the corner of my eye, and caught him staring at me. We linked eyes for a moment before he looked away angrily.

What a strange first day this was becoming. Was highschool always this wierd?

Chapter Two

Rebecca and I stood in her room as she showed me her art work.

"This is my favorite. I had it framed." She said gesturing to a framed drawing of an angelic looking ballerina hanging on one of her four purple walls. I had to admit, she was very talented.

"Wow thats great. You are so talented." I complemented her.

"Thanks." She replied and turned to me,"so have you seen any boys you think are cute yet?"

I shook my head,"No. Not really. I'm not really looking for a boyfriend right now anyway."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" She asked curiously.

"Not since I was little." I admitted shyly.

She shook her head knowingly,"Same here."

"Guys this age are immature anyway." I said with a laugh.

She shook her head in agreement and hugged me,"I can tell were going to be great friends!"

Her hug took me by surprise but I hugged her back happily anyway. It felt so nice to have a real friend. And not having to worry if someone only liked me because I was famous.

*****

The next morning I arrived at school in a hurry. I had woken up late that morning and only had twenty minutes to get ready and get to school.

I bumped shoulders with someone I walked by. Turning around I quickly shouted,"Sorry!"

As I turned around I ran right into a large muscular chest and dropped all of my books. My body threatened to fall backwards. I stumbled, but was caught by a strong hand.

Ugh. Why was I always so damn clumsy.

"You should really watch were you are going." I heard a deep voice say as I looked up into a pair of green eyes.

Even Gradle.

We stood there awkwardly for a few moments just looking at each other, with his hand still on my arm.

I blushed slightly and pulled away and started picking up my books,"You're one to talk."

"Let me help." He said bending down to help me pick up my things.

I couldn't help but notice his brown hair fall onto his tanned skin. He pushed it back quickly while helping me with my books.

"I don't need help." I said standing up.

"You are new right?" He inquired, ignoring what I had said.

I nodded.

"Where did you move from?"

"Halifax." I said quickly. He smirked knowingly. Damn it. How did he know I was lying? I was always a good liar.

"So why did you move from Halifax?" He said putting emphasis on Halifax, making it obvious he knew I was lying.

I was about to reply when Rebaccas warning re-played in my mind,'I'd stay away from him if I were you.'

"I don't really think that's any of your bussiness." I said trying my best not to sound rude.

He gave me an expression I could not read,"Hm. You no, your a lot more intriguing then most girls in this school." He said thoughtfully before quickly walking away. Soon he was out of sight.

How wierd, I thought. Rebecca was deffinitally right. I wanted nothing to do with him. He was a freak. Or maybe he was just unique. I couldn't quite tell.

A/N...Please comment and vote! I'd like any advice you guys may have. And what do you think so far?? :)

Chapter Three

I sat in my hollywood mansion glumly. I didn't want to be here. Rebecca had invited me to a sleepover this weekend and I had to make up some crazy excuse as to why I couldn't go. Because apparently since I'm a pop star I, can't just mysteriously disappear.' As my manager would say.

"How is your new school Jessica?" My father asked perched up next to my manager on the couch in front of me.

I was sad sometimes, not having my mother around. She had died when I was little. It would have been nice if she could see everything I've accomplished.

"Jessica?" My manager Cal asked tearing me from my thoughts.

I crossed my arms across my chest,"It was fine. And no, nobody noticed me."

"Jessica, you no we just want you to be safe and have a normal life, just like you wanted." Cal said raising his eyebrows.

Ugh. How could I possibly have a normal life when I was normal on weekdays and a popstar on weekends? Because I'm pretty sure that's not normal.

"I know I know. Let's just go." I said grumpily.

We had a VIP party to go to. As usuall I didn't know who was throwing it and reasonably, I didn't care. It was probably some spoiled brat throwing it for her dog or something. Okay, give me a break. I get catty when I'm in a bad mood. So what.

We all piled into the strech limousine comfortably.

My wig and contacts were off and I was all me tonight. Blond hair and all.

I wore a sparkly gold dress and went just above my knees and held a matched clutch in my hand. Paired with a pair of black stilleto heels and jewelery, I was deffinitally red carpet ready. Not to be self centered or anything.

My dad put his hand on my knee causing me to jump a little,"Hunny, I just want you to know I am very proud of you for doing all of this. I wish your mother were here to see it. She would be very proud aswell." He said smiling sincerely.

A pang of pain shot through my heart, we barelly talked about my mother. I agreed with him though, I wish my mother was here too.

Soon enough we were parked outside of the event. Poparatzee stood everywhere as I got out.

"Jessica over hear!" Jessica where have you been lately?" "Jessica are you quiting your singing career?"

Blah. Blah. Blah.

I've heard it all before. They always ask the same questions, and get the same answers.

I smiled sweetly for the pictures and answered a few question before walking in. My father and Cal trailing behind in there expensive suits.

The party was in full swing. Lights hung all around the dance floor and tables were set of to the side looking more elegant. Hollywood parties were all the same.

I went to the tables and took a seat were my name had been placed. Two seats over from me was my dad, and next to me was Cal.

"Oh bonsuir Madamme, may I get you a drink?" A server in a white and black suit asked with a french accent.

I gave him a smile,"Just an ice water is fine for now, thanks."

As he walked away I took out my clutch and grabbed my lipgloss. But I instantly dropped it when I felt a hand touch my shoulder abruptly.

"You scared m-"I stopped talking instantly when I looked into his face.

"Even?" I covered my mouth quickly. I wasn't sappost to no his name, or that he even existed. I was Jessica right now. Not Sarah!

What was he doing here? How did he get in? This was beyond wierd.

Yet, I couldn't help but stare when ever he wasn't looking. He wore a dark blue shirt bottoned up with his collar folded down nicely, and a pair of black dress pants. He looked extreamily amazing.

"Excuse me?" He asked confused.

"Oh uhm, I said Kevin. I thought you were somebody I knew. Guess I was wrong, because obviously I don't know you. Because, I've never met you before."

Oh. My. God.

How embarrising!

I turned around in my chair and hid my face with my hair, I probably looked like a tomato by now. Good thing the lights were dimmed in here.

"You are really cute when your embarrassed." He stated confidently.

My face went even redder,"Ah, thanks."

He walked to the front if my chair so he could talk to my face instead of the back of my hair,"Would you like to dance?" He asked as he swept a hand through his pile of shiny brown hair.

I thought for a moment. I really shouldn't. This would just make things so much more complicated.

"I'm sorry. Maybe later." I said, his smile didn't even break.

"I'll hold you too that." He winked before walking away.

I just wanted to scream. Partly with joy and partly with confusion.

******

An hour later the party had quieted down and everyone was taking there seats. My dad and Cal were already sitting and were making conversation with some other people who were at our table.

Somebody hauled out the chair next to me and took a seat.

Even!

You have got to be kidding me.

"Uhm, I think we all have assigned seats." I stated, wishing he would leave and be less of a temptation.

He picked up the tiny card in front of him and held it out in plain view. Surprisingly in tiny letters it read:

Even Gradle.

Of course. This weekend just keeps getting better and better.

After placing his name tag down and sitting, he looked at me.

"What?" I asked lightly.

"I'm Even Gradle. And you are?" He introduced himself with a sexy smile I couldn't resist.

"I'm Jessica. Nice to ah, meet you." I said nervously.

"Ah yes, I've heard of you. The big pop celebrity. You are very talented."

My cheeks reddened,"Thanks. So how do you know the guest?"

I was still wondering why he was in Hollywood, when he was supposed to be in Miami. Where he lived!

"Oh, she is my sister." He replied calmly,"she is turning sixteen. Obviously you no that, you're at her party. How do you no her?"

"Oh uhm, old friend." I lied.

He nodded, his green eyes sparkling. I tried not to druel.

"I find you very intreguing Miss. Jessica." He complamented, although I wish he hadn't. My cheeks flamed red and I suddenly felt like I was going to throwup. But he didn't seem to notice.

And there was that word again.

Intriguing.

"Thanks." I said looking down and letting my hair fall into my face hoping it would hide my face.

He placed his hand out and smiled,"Dance with me."

My heart melted. I felt like I was in one of those old fashion romance movies.

He so wasn't like this at school.

"Oh uhm, I don't think so." I said meekly.

Giving me a big grin he took my hand and looked into my eyes,"Come on."

Ohmygosh. I have zero control over anything when he looks at me like that.

So I instantly went with him, being followed by a wave of my curly, long blond hair.

We hit the dance floor where only a few couples were dancing. Good thing this party had zero poparatzi.

He slid my hands over his shoulders and gracefully slid his hands onto my waist, gliding me close to him.

My stomach turned and butterflys buzzed around inside me making me a nervous pit.

"Your a good dancer." He commented into my ear. I could feel his breath, I shivered.

"You are too." I said back to him quietly.

I was so close to him I smelled his calounge. It smelled amazing. I didn't ever want this momment to end. Ever.

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Chapter Four

"Hey Sarah! How was your weekend?" Rebecca asked sitting down next to me in science class.

Smiling, I thought back to my weekend. Evan hands on my waist, his warm breath on my neck as we danced. I turned red just thinking about it.

I opened my mouth happily to talk but then closed it quickly. I couldn't tell her about Evan, that would mean spilling my secret to her and telling her that I had ditched her for a party. She would hate me forever!

I had told her that my parents wouldn't let me go because they wanted to hear how school was going, all weekend long! Yeah, I know, it was a terrible lie. But it was the best I could do at the last second, at least she believed me.

"It was fine. How was yours? Sorry I couldn't sleep over by the way."

She waved her hand dismissively, "Oh don't worry about it. Another time. Mine went well. I read and did some drawing, nothing to exciting."

"Cool sounds fun." I said nicely. But I was distracted when I saw Evan and his gorgeousness walk through the door. I couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto my face.

"Oh no." I heard Rebecca say as she followed my gaze towards Evan, then looked back at me and spotted my smile, "Sarah..."

"What?" I asked innocently.

She raised her eyebrows at me, "You like Evan."

I gasped and looked at her like she had just said the craziest thing in the world, "What? I do not! Why would you say that?"

"Oh I don't no. Maybe because when he walked into the room you started smiling like an idiot." She said putting emphasis on idiot.

Ouch. When did Rebecca get a mean side to her? I looked for a hint that she was joking, but none showed.

"Excuse me?" I asked, squinting my eyes at her.

She stared at me coldly with her big eyes, I felt like at any moment she would puncture a whole right through me with only her stare.

"Why would you fall for him when I told you to stay away? It's like you're doing exactly the opposite thing I told you to do!" Her face turned red with anger.

"Wow calm down. Why are you getting so freaked out over this?" I asked confused.

She took a deep breath and answered,"I told you to stay away from him. But now look at you."

"So what?" I said defensively running my hand through my hair, "I really don't get what the big deal is. Why are you so mad?"

I was honestly taken back by her sudden wave of anger. She has always been a sweet, angelic girl.

"It doesn't even matter anymore. I'm not going through this again. Find yourself a new friend." She got up and sat across the room from me.

"Rebecca wait. Going through what again? Why are you even mad?" But it was no use, she ignored me and class started.

What didn't she want to go through again? Did she have a thing for Evan? Maybe she was jealous. I would have to talk to her after class. I really didn't see why she was upset, but I'd have to fix it.

I then realized something. I had never had someone mad at me. None of the friends I had had in the past had ever wanted to upset me; they all looked up to me. It was so weird having friends who actually liked you. Ones that you could lose at any moment.

A/N...Short chapter I know sorry! Why do you think she got mad?? Comment and VOTE!:D

Chapter Five

I sat in history class thinking of how Rebecca had gotten mad at me the day before. I was still confused by it. 

I had tried calling her about a million times with no luck.  

Although, this didn't weigh heavy on my heart for too long because class finally got started. 

I loved history. 

No distractions, all work. 

Or so I thought. Just than a dazzlingly handsome Evan Gradle walked into the room. 

But he wasn't in my history class? Was he? 

"Hello Mr.Gradle." Our teacher Mrs. Noches said with a pleasent smile," Welcome to third period history. You can take a seat where ever you would like." 

Everyone in the class turned to him, except me. 

I kept my eyes straight ahead. And for some reason, my heart was still beating like a drum. 

I heard his footsteps coming closer. And closer.  

Until the empty chair beside me was pulled out and he gracefully sat down. 

I stole a glance to my right, with very unlucky timing. 

We locked eyes, while I redenned, he just smiled. 

"Hey." He whispered,"member me?" 

What did he mean, 'member me'? Did he remember me from the other night? He couldn't possibly! I looked completely different. 

I opened my mouth slowely, hesitated, realized I looked like I retard, and finally spoke,"Um, why would I remember you?" 

"Well, you practically killed me the other day." 

I must have looked like a little kid lost in a maze, because that is most deffinitaly how I felt. 

"I'm not sure I know what you mean?" I replied. 

He thought for a moment for what to say next and than he smirked," You intreague me." 

I gasped slightly, remembering how he had told me that at the party. 

"How did you find out?" I asked, though it came out more demanding than I intended. 

"Find out what?" He asked innocently. 

I stammered, not knowing what to say next. 

Did he know? He must know! But if he didn't, I wasn't about to just tell him. 

He laughed at my lack and words and said,"You ran into me the other morning. And I called you intrueging. Remember?" 

I sighed a huge sigh of relief. 

That makes sense. I had tottaly forgotten! So if he doesn't know who I am, does he just go around calling all the girls he meets intriguing? 

I turning my eyes into slits and staired and him suspiciously. Something wasn't right about this guy. 

Maybe Rebecca was right. 

"Sarah, Evan. Could you too please pay attention?" Mrs. Noches said interupting out conversation,"as I was saying. We will be starting a new project today. You and the person sitting next to you will write a four page report with pictures about the civil war. It will be due in two days. I will pass out laptops and you can get started." 

Well this should be interesting, I thought to myself. 

"So, I can do the report if you want to do the pictures,"I suggested knowing that most of the people in this class hated writing reports. 

Evan gave me a funny look and scratched his head,"Do you think I'm dumb or something?"  

I stammered,"No, of course not. I just thought..." 

I let my sentence die off. 

He chuckled,"Calm down, don't take everything so seriously. After school today we will go to my house to work on the report." 

I could only stare at him, I was at a loss for words. 

His house? I couldn't possibly go to his house. God knows what he would do! He could be some sort of crazed killer for all I knew. 

"I can't today!" I shouted impulsivly. 

"Okay, the next day than." He smiled cooly and started on his work. 

I breathed a small sigh of relief. I had one day to get Rebecca to talk to me, and too ask her about Evan.  

I mean, even if he is completely cute and attractive, I couldn't just go to his house without knowing what was going on with him and Rebecca. 

And its not like I was about to walk up to Cal and say 'I met this mysterious guy while I was myself and while I was undercover and i want you to look him up so i can go to his house.' 

Yeah, that would go well... 

~~~ 

I anxiously stood outside Rebaccas house waiting for her to open the door. She had not been at school at all that day. Could she really be so mad that she didn't want to see me? 

I heard the rustle of chains than the sound of a lock sliding open before Rebecca stood in front of me. 

She had her hair pinned up and wore a bright yellow sundress. 

"Hi." Was all she said. 

"Hey." I replied. 

There was a short silence, I didn't know what to say. Apologize? For what? 

Finally I spoke up,"You werent at school today." 

It came out more like a statement than a question. 

Rebacca nodded her head slightly,"I had some stuff to deal with." 

Stuff? So much for best friends. 

I lowered my eyes,"I guess Evans not the only one being mysterious." 

Rebacca sighed,"Is that what you came here to talk about? Evan?" 

No I came here to talk about how you got mad at me for just looking at Evan, is what I wanted to say. Although i knew that would just make her mad. 

"Well, partly. I mean, he's the reason you're mad at me isn't he? I just don't understand what I did wrong." 

Rebecca put her hand on her forehead as if she had a headache but she didn't reply. 

"Do you like Evan or something? Did you guys used to date? I mean, if that's it I will tottaly not talk to him. I'm all for that girls don't date each others exes thing. After we do this school project at his house, I won't even acknowledge him." 

Rebecca looked up ubruplty,"What project?" 

"It's just this project for school. He invited me to his house to do it. That's another reason why I wanted to talk to you. Is there a reason as to why I shouldn't go to his house?" 

Rebeccas face was a mixture of confution and anger.  

"Look, Sarah , I'm not the person you should be asking these questions." 

I knitted my eyebrows together in confution,"What do you mean your not the person? Who else should I be asking?" 

She paused before she spoke, almost as if she was uncertain weather to speak or not. Than finally she said, just above a whisper,"Your father."

Chapter six
I sat perched on the end of my couch at home, feeling confused and slightly scared.
After Rebecca had insisted we go back to my house, she talked to my dad, and he seemed to think it was the worst news in the world. What had she told him? Was it so bad to go to his house for a school project?
What do Evan and him have in common anyway?
Finally, after a while my father and Rebecca joined me on the couch.
"So, are you guys going to tell me what the heck in going on or what?" I asked impatiantly.
At first no one answered, it was earily quiet for a few seconds. Rebbeca was the first to speak.
"Your father and I need to have a serious convorsation with you. One we have been trying to avoid."
"Wait, wait, wait,"I interupted,"since when are you guys a 'we'?"
Rebecca looked impatiant,"Just listen okay? Everything will make sense after. So as I was saying; what we have to say will come as a shock but it will also explain alot."
She paused and I looked at my pale faced father.
He didn't look me in the eyes as he talked, which was unusual for him,"I guess ill start by saying, your mother didnt really die in a car accident. It was somthing else that took her life. Well, more of a someone."
I blanched,"SomeONE?"
As I looked at my father, I could tell this was not the biggest part of the story, so i let him contiue.
"When I first met your mother, I could tell she was dfferent. She was always so perfect. Nothing she ever did was any trouble to her at all.Everything came naturally too her. She was always beautiful, flawless, UNHUMAN. "
I knitted my eyebrows together," What do you mean, unhuman?"
My father took my hand,"Honey, your mother was, well, special. Her brain and her body didn't work the same as other peoples. She was better and improved. She was a superhuman. And she past that onto you."
At this point in the cnversation, nothing was making sense. A superhuman? Oh sure.
"I know how confused you are," Rebecca said with a small smile,"but its true. Your mother was what people would call extraordinary. She was a part of a small group of superhumans that still rommed the earth."
I shook my head in disbelief," You do realize that your asking me to believe I had a mother that once had,like, superpowers or something? Do you know how crazy you both sound?"
Rebecca and my father exchanged a knowing glance at each other.
"Do you know what a wearwolf is Jessica?"
"What?" I stood up,"this is crazy. How does she even know my real name?"
"Please Jessica, sit down. Ive known all along. But thats not what matters here. Theres alot about this you dont know. And you could be in danger because of that."
Officially starting to get creeped out, I sat down,"Okay, im listening."
My father ran his hands threw his dark hair and continued,"Have you ever felt different than other people? Better ? Like you could do anything you wanted and it wouldnt be difficult?" He asked.
I thought before responding. I have in fact, felt different from other. Like I was always beating them at games or winning competition I really wasn't trying at. Though, I'd never felt any different. I'd thought thatwas just how life went.
"Yeah, I feel different sometimes. Like I don't blend in, I always stand out." I replied honestly.
My father nodded as if he new what I was going to say.
"That's because what your mother had when she was alive, has been passed onto you. When your mother was younger and her and I first started dating, we had some issues with the Gradle's. Your mother, well, she had a small afair with Cameron, Evan's older brother.But she wasn't normally like that, infidelity wasn't her thing, she would tell me. There was just something about him that made her go crazy."
My father stopped and bit his lip in order to keep the tears back, although they were still noticable.
"There's this thing all superhumans have after they turn 18 that happens on everyfull moon called moonlit magic,"Rebacca stated,"and if a superrhuman is with someone from The Clan when this happens, all of there powers get transported into the Clan member and the superhuman slowely diminishes into nothing."
Everything they were saying to me didn't even make sense, I had trouble conprehending it.Superehuman? Clan member? It all sounded so crazy.
I squeezed my temple and sighed,"What is The Clan?"
Rebacca pipped up again,"The clan is a group of wearwolfs that have been hunting down superhumans since they existed."
I couldn't get myself to belive what she was saying. Yeah, right. Like superhumans and wearwolves existed. Like she was really different. was she? She did tend to feel a little extraordinary.  A little...invinsible.
"So your trying to tell me that Evan and his so called brother Cameron, are wearwolves? Yeah, thats completelly believable."
"This is serious Jessica."Rebecca said angrilly,"Why do you think you became a famous pop singer almost overnight? You didn't think all that came naturally did you?"
"Rebecca!" My dad scolded.
I sat back, stunned. I didnt know what to think. Evan really was a werewolf? Me a superhuman? And my whole life has just been a scam.
"So your telling me that im not actually talented? My whole career has just been some big scam?" I asked angrily.
They both sat there for a few minutes before Rebecca finally said,"Your just special Jessica. There's nothing wrong with that. But you have to take this seriously, you could be in the same situation as your mother was in if your not careful. Evan Gradle is out to get you. He wants to make you fall for him, so he can do the one thing he has been raised to do his whole life."
"And what has he been raised to do?" I asked, but my voice cracked, revealing how terrified I really was.
"To take your powers when you turn 18." My father said quietly.
"But, I turn 18 in a month..."
My father tried to hold my hand but I pulled away. It was all just to much to handle.
"Look, what your saying seems to be very important to you but, it just doesn't seem real." I said standing up and putting my shoes on,"Its been 17 years and nothing bad has happened yet. Other than being a little more talented than other people, I've lived a normal life; and I'd like to keep it that way."
Before they could say anything more, I was out the door and away from all there hidious stories that I didn't want to believe were true.

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Chapter seven

Somewhere along the way of denial and distress, I began to really think about what they had said.

Sure, it sounded crazy, and I mean really crazy; but the evidence was there. I'd just never looked hard enough. My mother was always this mysterious person who I'd never known and never heard a lot about. 'She died in a car accident' I was always told. And now I learn she was really murdered. At least i knew the truth, I just wish I didn't.

I'd never seen my father so scared and tired in my entire life, he looked like he could be blown away by the blow of a harsh wind. The once strong dad I had once known had regressed into a small, meek boy.

The thought of this made me very angry. How dare someone, if he is even counted as a 'someone', come and rip apart my entire life. 

No, I wouldn't let it happen. I would stop him, I wouldn't let them do what they did to my mother.

So with that I took off to the exact place he wanted me to be and my father didn't want me to be; Evans house.

It had started to rain on the walk there so I had to put up the hood on my light pink sweater, although my thin jeans and hightops didn't do much to keep me warm.

Unfolding the tiny piece of paper I had to squint to read the adress that was printed in Evans small chickenscratch. 

34870 Deley Avenue.

I was on Deley Avenue and although there was more forest then houses, I noticed something else wierd. The houses were not just houses, they were mansions! As in fountains out front and a pool with a hot tub in the back! 

34870 was the very last house at the end of the road, secluded form the other houses and plenty of bush around it. Of course.

It took a good five minutes just to walk up the long concrete driveway. By the front door there was a big black mercedes and a small white Mazda beside it. The house looked freshly painted, it had white window panes and to big, white french doors.

A hesitantly lifted my hand to the brass knocker,than stopped.

Should I really do this? What if he was dangerous? Or what if he was just a normal teenage guy who would think me showing up here at random just because he gave me his andress was very creepy? I wasn't sappost to be here until tomrorrow.

No, I thought about my father and reminded myself why I was here. I would investigate for myself and hopefully I'd think of where to go from there. Hopefully...