A/N: Hello people of . This is my first attempt at a fanfiction. Believe it or not this story all began as an English assignment. Please R&R. ALL FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!...even if its negative :( So…that being said… ENJOY! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own house of anubis or any of the characters :'(

Chapter 2:
I woke up the next day and started my search for my mom. My plan was to demand answers from my dad first. It was Saturday so he wasn't working today. I woke up extra early because I knew I had a long day ahead of me. I dashed down the stairs to my father's office. I wasn't surprised to see him sitting on his laptop, working when he didn't need to.

"Dad, I need some answers. NOW!" I demanded. I knew if I wanted to get anything out of him I needed to be stern.

"You do not speak to me in that manner, young lady," my father remarked.

"Why not? You've been lying to me about mom! I have EVERY right to speak to you in this manner!"

"Why are you suddenly so obsessed with Alice? I've never lied to you about what happened. Now go back to bed, It's early."

"Not until you give me answers! Why is there no record of her death? Why doesn't she even have a grave?"

"Fine," he continued, "she has no grave because we spread her ashes in a field after we had her cremated."

"Then why is there no record of her death?"

Ring ring ring. Stupid phone. I was finally getting somewhere. I stormed up the stairs as angry and confused as ever.

"Fuck you," I muttered under my breath. He looked up but ignored my comment.

This had been happening alot lately. I slammed the door, locked it, and pulled out my laptop. I looked up the park my mother had died in. I looked on every single website hoping I would find something about a woman in her 30s getting kidnapped or a girl getting shot in the shoulder. Nothing. I decided to go to the park and ask the owner a few questions.

"Excuse me?" I asked the lady at the front desk.

"How may I help you?" She responded with a warm smile.

"Can I please speak to the owner of this park?"

"I'm sorry but he is on vacation this month. Can I give him a message?"

"No, it's fine. Maybe you could help me?"

"Sure, what do you need?"

"I was wondering if there was ever an incident with a little girl being shot in the shoulder or a woman being kidnapped and murdered?"

"Not that I'm aware of, but I can check the records in the back. If you don't mind me asking, why would you like to know?"

"Ummm... It's kind of a long story," I said shyly not wanting to explain my story.

"I have time."

" Well, I don't," as soon as I said this I realized how mean I sounded,"I'm sorry, I'm just desperate and need answers fast."

"I understand. I found the records. There is only one account of a girl being shot in the shoulder and on the same day a woman was kidnapped, but it says here the case was never solved."

"Really?" I said a little too enthusiastic than I should be. I mean, I feel like I should be happy that I'm getting answers, but I feel like if I get my hopes up I'll end up getting disappointed. I mean, that was 7 YEARS ago.

"It says here that they were both shot. The girl was rushed to a hospital, but the woman was kidnapped. She is missing to this day. I'm not really supposed to, but I can make a copy of these records for you if you'd like."

"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Well I'm glad I could be of assistance. Now, here's the file" She said as she handed me the papers.

Missing? Why would everyone tell me she was dead if she was missing? What was the point of this? Is this a joke? These questions and many more blazed through my continuously crazy mind. My dad is a liar. This much I know. A lying piece of shit. I know I'm not getting any more information out or him. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I never spoke to his sorry ass again. I guess its time to talk to Layla.

"Layla? I know you don't like talking about this subject...but I really need to know what happened the day my mom..." I couldn't bring myself to finish this sentence, but she understood what I wanted to know.

"I would love to tell you everything, but, as you already know, I don't remember any of it."

"Maybe this will help you remember?" I showed her the file with all the information of my mother being kidnapped and them being shot. I tried showing her pictures of my mom, telling her everything about our childhood, saying ANYTHING that would make her remember. Each time her answer was the same.

"I don't know."

WHY DIDN'T SHE KNOW? UGH! Sometimes I wished I could just disappear. I wish I could just escape from my abnormal life... But I can't. Not now. Even if I wanted to run away I would always be thinking about what would've happened if I had continued looking for my mom. Even if I didn't find anything, or if I did, would it give me closure? That is why I can't give up. I have to find her. Or at least the man who killed her. I need to find something to make Layla remember, or at least tell me the truth. I suddenly feel as if I'm completely alone, and no one is on my side. What am I going to do?

A/N: Sorry…short chapter. Im also sorry for the wait. I promise to update every Saturday from now on. If I don't…please don't hesitate to review saying Im a bitch because I didn't update. If Im having writers block Ill post something on my profile and maybe you guys could give me some ideas? I promise HOA characters come in starting Ch.4. I have this story written up to there. I have a few ideas but I honestly have no idea where Im going with this… Well… Peace off! If you sneezed while reading this bless you… oops… copyright of tobygames…teehee… I have got to stop watching youtube. Yup. Im weird.