Unbreakable (Haven Falls 6) - Page 3
What kind of an awful person am I?
I block out everything that’s gone down over the past fifteen minutes and try to focus on Ari. She was home with dad when I arrived back from discovering more of my life has been a lie. Dad was pissed off because I was pushing the limits and was late while he was trying to get out the door. He’d said something, but all I could think about was the fact that he wasn’t my father.
Ari was sitting on the floor in the living room, coloring in with the markers that Rivers had gotten her before he left to go back to the Military. Dad kissed her forehead, grabbed his bag, and ran out of the house to his truck which was already idling in his need to get on the road.
I’d made Ari a cheap dinner. I didn’t even bother to make her something nice, but she happily accepted it anyway because she’s so damn grateful for everything she gets due to the life she had before. I stuck her in a shower and then ignored her as she tried to tell me a story about her day.
When she got out, she had a pink towel wrapped around her and she wanted my help picking something to wear to bed. I’d told her I wasn’t in a great mood and to wear whatever the hell she wanted. Ari then ran into my room, grabbed one of my t-shirts and pulled it over her little head. It fell to her knees but she laughed and announced that she was just like me.
She didn’t even bother putting a pair of sleep shorts on because my shirt was like a dress on her and now she’s out there in the world in a top that falls off her shoulder and no fucking pants.
I become increasingly agitated and do my best to focus on the police officer standing before me as I give him the run down. “Her name is Aria and she’s about this tall,” I say, holding my hand around my waist, just above my belly button. “She responds to Aria, Ari, or Squirt and she’s five years old. She has blonde hair, a little lighter than mine and crystal blue eyes. She was wearing an adult-sized, peach colored t-shit which comes down to her knees.”
I then go on to describe everything I know about Kelly, what she was wearing and how she appeared before moving onto the douchebag guy and then describing the car.
“Is that everything?” the officer asks me.
“I have a picture inside and…and lots on my phone.”
“Would you mind getting them? That way I can circle them around my men and get this search underway.”
I nod and take off towards the house, ignoring the way my hip continues to scream out in pain. I need that pain. It’s like my own form of punishment for allowing this to happen. I haul my phone off the floor of the entryway, spying the cops who are already starting the investigation and searching my home for any sort of clues.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a slip of fabric that I’d torn off Kelly’s clothes while trying to save my sister and I scoop it up before grabbing a shirt of Aria’s out of the washing pile.
I head back out and hand it all over, hoping that maybe the cops have a K9 unit which could help locate her, or if anything, could track down Kelly and tear her to shreds.
The officer thanks me and I nod again before he turns away and gets on with business. “Right, guys let’s move out. We’re looking for a five year old girl. Peach shirt down to her knees. Brown car, banged up, roughly from the late eighties or early nineties. Move out.”
With that, a group of cop cars takes off while others stay back, checking my home and questioning the neighbors.
My fingers itch for my car keys and just as I convince myself that I need to be out there searching, a white Camaro comes to a screeching halt. “Henley,” Noah roars, diving out of his car and racing towards me in a panic. “What the fuck is going on? What happened?”
I stare at him in confusion. What is he doing here? I don’t remember calling him and telling him that I needed his help.
“What…what are you doing here?” I question as he takes in the blood over my face, my scrapped knees, and the way I can’t seem to put weight on my left foot.
Noah hauls me into his arms, being gentle while also giving me the firmness I need. “You weren’t answering my calls or texts. I was worried,” he breathes. “Now, please, tell me what the hell is going on here? Why are there cops raiding your house and covering the street? Don’t tell me Anton came back.”
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