2. CHAPTER: Police

"Where are they?" Greece looked at the window. "They should be home already" she was starting to panic.

"Come down, everything is going to be all right" Brook tried to calm her down.

"How do you know that?"

"Trust me, I know" she wrapped her arms around her.

They sat in the silence, when they suddenly heard a car stoppingat on the driveway in front of the house.

"See told you!" both girls smiled at each other.

Grace jumped up from the bad and run to the door. But nothing on the world could prepare her for what she saw outside. She slowly opened the door and look outside. She froze.

Right in front of her on the driveway was parked a police car. Greece could see a man and a woman walking to her. Se saw a sad look on their face. One part of her waned to run away as far as se could and the other part waned to stay. She was fighting with herself when she was standing there and waiting for the cops to come to her.

"Are you Greece Rahway?" a woman asked her.

Grace wasn't able to speak so she just nodded.

"May we come in" a man asked. "It'll be better if you'll be sitting when we told you the news" he explained.

Deep inside Grace know the news, but just wasn't ready to accepted it. At that moment she would give everything that this would all be a joke. She looked at the officers and nodded.

Brook took Graces hand, when they were sitting in the living room with the cops. Grace was looking pail as a wall and on her chicks there were little crystals- tears. She was trapped in her own world and didn't pay attention what was happening around her. She was scared, what will happen to her now when her parents died. In the tears she watched the cops live. When they were gone she turned around and hugged Brook.

Brook hugged her back. All they did that night was hugging and crying, Brook know Graces parents really good almost as good as hears.

When the sun got up, two girls waked up from their worst night ever.

"Morning" Brook tried to start the conversation "How are you feeling?"

"Bad" Grace had enough of crying, but she couldn't help herself. Tears watered her face.

"It's going to be OK" Brook tried to calm her down.

"Last time you said that police come and told me my parents died in car crash." Grace took a dip breath. "What will happen to me?"

Brook didn't want to answer tat question. They both know the answer. Grace didn't have any relatives that could take care of her. They were all dead or too old. She'll probably go to adoption.

"You thing they'll call John?" Grace asked with a little hope.

Brook was really surprised that se remember him. She thought about him to, but didn't know if he was even alive. "I don't know" she looked her in her eyes "I don't know if he's even alive".

"You're right" she looked away from Brook.

"We'll see. You need to remember, I'm always here fore you" she hugged Grace.

"Thanks"

"I need to call my parents, be right back" she walked out of the room and close the door behind her.

Grace slowly get up and went in the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and just stared in her own reflection. All se saw was a 15 years old stranger. Her light brown hair was a mess. Here eyes were swallowed from crying. She took a brush and brushed her hair. She cleaned her face with water. Now she could recognize her self.

"Grace?" Brook called from the kitchen. "Where are you?"

"I'm hire" Grace called while brushing her teeth.

Girl with black hair and brown eyes opened the door and look in the bathroom "it's great to se you getting better" she smiled "anyway, Miss Simpson called, that she contacted John. She works for the police. She said that John is willing to take care for you."

"So he's alive" she looked at her friend curiously.

"It looks like it, or you're going to go living with the vampire or a zombie." She smiled at her last words. For a minute they both shout up. "You are going on the plain tonight. It takes off at 22.32. Miss Simpson is going to go with you to the New York to make sure that you'll be in good hands."

"You said New York?" she looked at Brook broken hearted when she nodded. "That's more than 1000 km from hire! We won't be able to see each other again" she could fell the tears going down her cheeks.

"Will se each other again. I promise"

"Grace it's 21.30 hurry up!" Brook shouted from the front door.

"I'll be down in a minute" she took a one last look at her room before closing the door and living the house she have called home for so many years. She slowly went downstairs. Grace looked at the middle age woman with blond hair and green eyes. The woman was smiling.

"You should be Grace" the woman looked at her "I'm Candace Simpson. I'll be going with you to New York."

Grace didn't know how to act so she chooses to act politely. "It's nice meting you Miss Simpson." She moved her hand toward the woman with a smile.

Brook watched who the woman took her friend hand and shook it. She couldn't help but smile. After that she helped with Graces bags and watch black Mercedes disappearing in the corner. She stood on the driveway crying. She didn't forgot that she promise Grace to see her again. But really deep inside she knew that that was mission impossible.

Grace was looking from the airplane window when she heard a pilot speaking from the speakers that they will arrive in New York soon. She could feel a tear on her cheek. But didn't bother. It's my problem if I'm crying she thought. It all happened so fast. Yesterday she fund out that her parents died in a car crash and now she's on a plane to New York to her brother witch she didn't ever know that existed till yesterday. The pain was tearing her apart from the inside.

"Are you Ok?" a woman next to her asked.

"Yes I'm fine, thank you" she smiled with a fake smile. She was flying to New York with woman she didn't even know nothing about her except her name. She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Grace woke up when she felt like the plain jumped. She opened her eyes and look out from the window. They have landed. She was so happy to be on the ground again. But it was just for a few seconds. Next thing she knew was tears all over her face. The pain was coming back.

"Lets go" Mrs. Simpson said when people were starting to live the plain. Grace swallowed her tears and went after her. Once they were outside Grace could fell worm sun on her shoulders. She wised that this moment could lest forever. But Mrs. Simpson laid her hand in her shoulder and guided her to the bus.

After the short bus drive they needed to get Graces bags (Mrs. Simpson didn't have any). Her bags come first so they didn't have to wait. But Grace wasn't in this world. She was in one she made when she was seven years old-the perfect world. She didn't paid attention when they took her bags and went to another part of the enormous building.

"Are you exited to see your brother?" Candace Simpson tried to get Grace in good mood.

"I don't know" Grace took a deep breath. "I didn't even saw or talk to him for…I don't know how many years."

"Really?" Candace Simpson looked surprised.

Grace just nodded. She couldn't help but smile on the way her parents didn't waned to know about him. But the smile didn't stop the pain. The tears were back.

"Oh, girl" Mrs. Simpson hugged her "It's going to be Ok"

Grace didn't like being hugged by people she didn't know, but she was trying to be polite so she hugged the woman back. Deep inside she wish that that woman would be her mum, but reality is cruel. Life is a bitch and than you die. She smiled at her thoughts.

When they stopped hugging the woman give Grace a tissue. She took it thankfully and got the tears of her face.

"Ready?" Candace Simpson showed on the glass door in front of them. They could see people with signs waiting for different people.

Grace just nodded. Tears were starting to come back. I so need a shoot. She thought. But the problem was that she left all of her stuff to Brook". She didn't want to take a risk and took it on the plain with her.

The woman and a girl were walking to the doors ahead of them. Woman was really series. The girl behind her looked really bad. She had swallow eyes from crying and a messy hair. Her breathing was deep and slow, when she was about to discover a new chapter in her life.