FULL SUMMARY:
The mystery
Haunted by the memories of her brother's death 16 year old Victoria Justice and her parents pack up and move back to America.
There was something about him
New school, new friends, and a new identity she wants to forget the past not remember that day or any of the ones before that, but a certain boy won't allow her to forget anything.
Mysterious
Avan Jogia deep, dark, and mysterious he was an outsider never got along with anybody and never showed emotions. The girls swoon over him they practically threw themselves at him but he only had eyes for one girl….
Hunted
He kept her safe but from what in particular she was the key they told him and that he was meant to keep her safe by all means, but what if work turns into something more… SOMETHING DANGEROUS
Once in a while, right in the middle of ordinary… Love comes along and brings you a fairytale…
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
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I was lying in my room the fresh smell of the white paint filled my nostrils, mom and dad were re-painting the house, it wasn't the first time but it certainly would be the last. I closed my eyes, tears fresh ones were coming, my face was hot, and I just couldn't process anymore of this. I could hear his voice calling for me the light whisper and the faint hum of his motorcycle that is the last memory I have of him. I turned over I wouldn't let it out as much as I missed him it would have just been too painful to let it go, to make it seem that I was okay with him being gone. My mother believed I needed to let him go cry, grieve, do something but I couldn't... I just couldn't let go.
'Victoria' my mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs 'I need you to go and load up the last of your stuff in the truck' she said.
For awhile I didn't say anything I just wallowed in my own self pity. My last day in Australia sucked I was leaving my friends and family, I was leaving shoe stores, ballet studios, baking classes, and even more important my brother. I knew when I didn't say anything she would come upstairs and look for me but when walked in my room I didn't expect to see her skin blotchy and red, the wrinkles in her face noticeable, and her shoulder hanging forward no I didn't expect that but what I didn't expect is for me to look the same way.
'Tori honey what's wrong? Have you been crying sweetie?' she asked I was about to say no when I felt the hot tears stream down my face I couldn't cry, no, I just could not let him go I could not let them think that I was broken. I straightened my back out wiped my tears gave my mom a quick peck on the cheek and walked out my door to get the rest of my stuff. Moving was in my nature but this move meant a lot to them, they couldn't take it and I couldn't either. We didn't want to be known as that poor family that lost a member due to a mugging we wanted to be known as something other than that. The looks I got from kids the first day I went back to school confirmed that everyone knew. I was in the schools grapevine for two months straight probably longer if I didn't up and disappear at the last minute.
As soon as I got to the truck I let the tears fall freely my knees gave way and I crumpled down to the ground. I put my head in my hands I needed his comfort, his hugs, his calming voice, I didn't just loose a brother that day I lost a friend and my parents lost a piece of them. I heard my mom yelling looking for me I couldn't stop crying to answer her, images of that night flashed in my head, I should've died with him but I didn't. When my mom found me I was still crying she tried comforting me, soothing me, promising it would be okay, but my mom knew nothing. Promises were bound to be broken I just wish she knew that.