This is my first Covenant fanfiction, any feed back you can give me would be greatly appreciated.
"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending."- Maria Robinson
Pogue POV
When the sharp ringing of my cell phone sounded, the only thing I wanted to do was turn back over and fall asleep. I grabbed my pillow and used it to cover my ears. It didn't matter that it was summer vacation, 2 am was still an ungodly hour to be awoken by anything, let a long a frekin' phone call.
"Dear god Pogue," Reid moaned, clearly as angry as I was to be woken up "who the heck is calling you?"
The ringing still didn't stop; annoyed I threw my pillow away before getting up to find the stupid phone.
I fumbled around my dark room, flipping on the light in an attempt to locate my ringing cell phone. By this time Caleb and Tyler had been woken up too, and judging by the look on their faces they were just as happy to be up as Reid was.
"Shut up and help me find the stupid phone." I grumbled, shifting through a pile of clothes on the floor. Nope, not there. Where the heck could it be?
"Here." Reid said, throwing the plastic phone at me without warning. I caught it, glancing at the caller I.D before answering it.
"Hey Dad." I responded.
"It's your Dad?" Tyler imputed, speaking to loudly and causing everyone to flinch at the sudden loudness "Sorry, it's just, didn't your Dad and Mom go to Boston for something? What are they calling you for?"
I shrugged and watched as Caleb elbowed Tyler in the ribs, motioning with his fingers for the younger boy to be quite.
"Pogue, something's come up. I need you to do something for me."
"Sure Dad," I said, rubbing my eyes, wondering what he could possibly want me to do at two in the morning "what do you need?"
"I need you to go to my study. In the bottom right hand draw of my desk there should be a manila folder."
"Ok," I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs into my father's study. I wasn't exactly surprised when others chose to follow me. "What do you need me to do with it?"
"I need you to bring it to me."
"Dad," I protested, unable to resist my curiosity I opened the folder "it's two, what's so important that you need me to drive to Boston right now?"
As soon as I glanced at the papers inside, I understood. A birth certificate, a collection of newspaper articles, pictures and various other papers were inside. Each of them held one thing in common. Each of them was about the younger cousin I hadn't seen in two years.
"It's Cameron, Son, we found her."
I let the phone drop out of my hand and, as it hit the floor with a bang, I realized one thing. My life as I knew it was over.