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This is a sequel to Shooting Star which you can find on my profile, though you might be able to read this anyway :)

Thank you to my lovely beta and friend, Kallmecrazy! Her stories are amazing, you should go check them out !

Okay so this is a kind of a important chapter, so don't forget to tell what you think! And yes, some of you probably wonder why my chap's suddenly's become very long, but there was just too much work, keeping the chap in so small parts.. so now you get them long, but less updates.. hope it's okay :) anyways, enjoy!

2. Alone

Evelyn's POV

"Hello darling! Guess who?"

"Um... Aunt Mary-Ann?" I said into my phone, knowing exactly who it was.

"No, silly! It's your lovely agent, Ally Summer. I have great news!" She squealed, and for the first time in forever, a tiny spark of excitement rose up inside me. "Your favorite designer, Stella McCartney, wants you to be in her runaway show on Wednesday. She didn't want you for an audition; she just wants you no matter what the cost of it!"

I gasped and a real smile spread across my cold lips. "Are you serious? For real?"

"Yes, of course it's real. Honey, would I lie about this kinda thing?"

"Yay!" I squealed and my real self came through. It had been locked up inside me for ages. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been this happy. Stella McCartney, my favorite designer. Her dresses were the most beautiful thing, in expensive patterns and delicate fabrics, with cuts that only a brilliant designer could come up with. I had tons of Stella McCartney clothes in my closet.

"Your carrier looks very bright, hon! I'll send you an email with the practical information. 'Kay?"

"Okay. Thank you, Ally."

"It's what you hired me for right?" She said and laughed. "See you at that meeting on Friday,"

"Oh. Yeah. Right. Bye," I mumbled, having completely forgotten about the meeting.

I liked Ally. She was a fresh blow upon my grey days. When I had been talking to her my day always seemed a little lighter – a little brighter. But never more than a little.

Jason was working late tonight. Lately that had become every night. But I liked being alone – I had become so used to it. It was Saturday, and I had been invited for zillion parties and clubs, but I didn't have the energy to spend the whole night drunk and laughing. I'd just make a fool of myself.

I found my purse and car keys, and walked with weary steps down to my car. I had already put the keys in the ignition as I realized I was wearing loose grey pants and a t-shirt. Ugh. I had to go up and change to something appropriate, as my agency had put it. Appropriate. Who was to judge what's appropriate and what's not appropriate? Stupid rules. With a sigh, I rose up and quickly changed to tight black jeans, a tunic and pumps, throwing on some accessories Angelica had told me would work for an outfit like this. This time – with a little more energy – I went down to my car again, and drove off to the local supermarket.

I ended up buying a bunch of salad and some chocolate ice cream. What else could a model like me spend the night eating? The salad because I couldn't – and wasn't allowed to - put weight on, and the ice cream to grieve over that I couldn't eat anything but salad. An eternal evil circle.

My phone buzzed from my back pocket. "It's Evelyn," I muttered, more tiredly than I thought I was, into the phone, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hey babe," Jason said, faking the love in his voice. That was the way I could tell if or if not he was with other people. He had to keep up the facade. He had to sound like he cared for me like nothing else in the world. But I knew better. I knew exactly what he was saying behind the lines. And the fact that he's an actor only makes it easier for him.

"Hi,"

"I'm so sorry, but I kinda promised Andrew and David that I'd go out with them tonight,"

"Oh. Okay," I said trying to sound disappointed.

"Are you sure it's okay, honey?" He asked, only something he asked because of the people around him.

"Yes, it's fine."

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow morning then. Alright, baby?" He said and I could easily tell that he didn't care if it bothered me that he was away.

"Yeah. Have a good time. Bye,"

"Thanks. Love you. Bye," He mumbled.

"Love you too," I said, but he had already hung up, and the words just echoed in my head. I shut my phone, and put it into my purse.

I and Jason's relationship had become more business-like lately. He was good commercial for my carrier. And he knew that. That was one of the reasons – he had told me – that I should be thankful to have him as my boyfriend. So I was.

I drove home, parked my car, and went for a little walk in the neighborhood. I ignored the whistling after me as I passed a bar, with laughing men, already drunk, though it wasn't more than nine pm. The streets weren't lifeless. In fact, dozens of cars raced past me. As usual, the day had been grey and rainy, but exactly today, the dark had already attacked all of Seattle. I was suddenly uncomfortable being on my own in a big dark city. I hurried home, planning to watch a movie and fall asleep whenever I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.

For some reason, our bed felt so much more nice, warm and comfy without Jason's cold, stiff body. But I was sure that the bed would be even nicer, if someone else's warm body was here to share it with me. I put Dirty Dancing on my DVD player, and took my plate of salad and my beverage of chocolate ice cream with me to bed. As I'd watched the movie halfway, I couldn't watch more, and turned it off. I sat there wondering if I should keep the calories inside my body, or if I should just get it out, so I didn't have to worry.

I ended up vomiting into the toilet. When I was done, I looked into the mirror, seeing something entirely else than I'd expected. She was unhappy, the girl in the mirror. She had purple marks under her eyes, and she was thinner than usually. Her hair was messy and needed a hair cut. Her bangs almost hid her eyes completely, which was a good thing. I felt more discreet behind my bangs. My ribs had become more visible lately. My heartbeat was irregular and missed a couple of beats once in a while. Sometimes it didn't beat at all – or maybe it was just me, being paranoid.

I wandered to my bed again, letting the silence fill my head and body. I curled up in a corner, pulling the comforter tight up around my neck and fell asleep with tears in my eyes, instead of a romantic movie playing in the background.

Money had never been a problem. My family back home was rich. They owned two big ranches in Texas, a little south of Dallas. How I'd ended up in rainy Seattle, was a longer story. A sad one, actually.

My mom had always been naïve and stupid. When I was in my early teen years, she would let me do just about anything. All I needed to say was something like, "Her parents are there to check on us" or "I know how to take care of myself", and then she would let me. She didn't really care I guess. I just wouldn't admit it. She was a tall, independent woman, with many needs and cravings. Her hair's colored every month by her personal expensive hair dresser, Angelo, with ten different nuances of blonde colors. It was her way of considering it looking natural. The thing just was it had so many nuances, that it didn't.

For daily she usually wore white below-the-knee-jeans, a top in different color depending on her mood, a little cashmere cardigan in white if the temperature fell, her black high-heeled, and for last her always loved – probably more than me – Chanel purse with the big letters written across it. Her skin was too brown to look natural – it was starting to look like leather, like most women's skin did at her age. Her eyes are a boring dull blue, and the makeup too overdone. In fact, her appearance wasn't at all how I imagined myself looking in thirty years. It wasn't my imagination of a beautiful woman.

My father isn't that much different. He hasn't much hair left, but he still has some patches by the side of his head, a dark brown shade, fading to grey. His smile's white and clean, reasoning in the many whitenings he'd had done at the dentist. His eyes are the most beautiful emerald green color, which I luckily had inherited. In his earlier days he had been running the ranch himself, but as he'd gotten richer and richer, he'd hired people to run it for him. And then he'd bought another ranch, and hired people to run it for him. He was making around three-hundred-thousand dollars a month.

My parents are only generous to people related to them in blood and flesh, and that's exactly what I would call stubbornly selfish. If that were me having so much money, I would have donated a bunch to organizations helping Africa and people with AIDS and all that, but they didn't. They had never. And they weren't attending to either. Some people just wouldn't change. But I at least got a check on seventy-five-thousand dollars a month. Totally unnecessary, but still.

But then I had a brother and a sister too. A twin sister, actually. Her name was Evelia – but people just called her Lia - and we were like two drops of rain on the outside, and at the time, also on the inside. We were both abnormally wild. We were both stubborn teenagers. We were both dreaming girls. And we were both beautiful enough to be on the cheerleader team. Lia was actually head cheerleader. Our big-brother, Christopher, played quarterback at the local football team. He was handsome. If I wasn't his sister, I'd probably have used a stronger word. I and Lia's friends would faint just looking at him – it had bothered us both sometimes.

But he'd always been very protective of us. Mostly me, for some unknown reason. And being Chris Ellaway's hot little sisters, had automatically given us a place among the most popular people in the whole High School. At the time it was awesome, but when they... disappeared, died, whatever, it wasn't anymore.

Nothing was cool after that. I broke up with my hot, popular boyfriend, Matt, I broke up with the rest of my family for being so cold about it, and I broke up with my old self. The old happy me. She was gone, and replaced by someone far more serious.

I had tried so hard to forget what had happened, though I didn't want to forget my brother and sister, because I still loved them, and if they're still out there... somewhere, I would love them with all I've got since nobody else wanted my love.

Everything had been going so well. I loved my life – I felt like I was in heaven. And everything for tonight was planned out. Our parents were out of town the whole weekend, and so we had the whole ranch to ourselves. They trusted us, hence they let us be by ourselves. Chris and Lia were going to a party at one of Chris' friends, but I was staying home for once. I had another plan how to spend the evening. I was spending it at home with Matt, my hot football playing boyfriend. He was two years older than me, but that didn't really mean anything, because I wasn't a girl who holds back. I do what I want, when I want.

"Listen, Eve, I'm serious, don't do it if you don't want to. Matt is good at persuasion. But he's a good guy. He's the only one I would ever allow you to be with." Chris, my protective big-brother, had said before he took off with Lia. It was kinda weird talking with him about having sex with one of his buddy's. But he saw it as a responsibility of his, to look after Lia and me. Sometimes he was a better father for us, than our real father would ever be. But the thing just was that Chris had never been annoying or over protective. He just cared for us, and made sure we stayed out of trouble. And that was nice.

"Don't worry. I want to. I'm sixteen. It'll work out fine. In fact, I'm pretty sure it'll be nice," I had told him.

He laughed a little at that. "Ain't that also why everyone is doing it?" He'd smiled teasingly and winked at me.

"Sure. You definitely know what it feels like! How was Jennifer by the way?"

"Shhh!" He'd hushed. "We don't wanna talk 'bout that, honey. Now, goodbye baby sis. Tomorrow when I see you, you'll be a woman."

"You're talking nonsense, Chris. But yes, I'll see you later! Have fun." And then he'd hugged me tightly and kissed me on the top of my head.

Lia had been squealing all along. "I can't wait to hear the details tomorrow!" And then she had hugged me deeply, smiled at me, and followed Chris to his dark blue monster Jeep. Then they'd raced off to party all night without me. But I wanted this. I wanted to be able to please my boyfriend.

I hurried to the bathroom, took a shower, shaved my legs, dried my hair, and bathed myself in perfume. I glanced at myself in the mirror. How could someone as hot as Matt ever want to be with a normal girl like me? I found that weird, but avoided to question it too often. It would only make me sad. I found the bag from "Victoria's Secret", and fished the lingerie up. I suppose it looked more like a piece of lace rather than underwear. It was a pretty magnolia pink, with bows at the top of the thong and between my breasts. I quickly put it on, feeling strangely comfortable. I went to my closet, pondering for a long time what to wear. So when the door bell rang, I still hadn't found anything to wear. Well, it didn't matter, it was going off, anyway. With butterflies circling in my stomach, I opened the door, and saw Matt standing their, fidgeting a little.

"Wow!" He blurted out. "I had no idea the dress code for the party was underwear..."

Oh, yeah. Minor detail: I hadn't told him that we were having sex tonight. He thought he was picking me up, so we could go to the party. But I was sure he wanted to, because he'd asked me several times if I wanted to. And Chris had assured me too. He even said that he was certain of he had a condom himself. But I had gotten one, just in case.

"Well," I began. "I thought that we could just stay here instead? My parents aren't home till Sunday." I batted my eyelashes a little at him, like any normal teenage girl would.

"Uh..." He mumbled like he was in a trance just by looking at me. "Sure! Whatever you say, baby."

It wouldn't be hard to convince him, that I was ready. He was already turned on. I could easily tell just moving my eyes a little further down his body. And he was hot. Any girl would think so. He had caramel colored hair, nicely fixed with a little wax, light blue eyes, tanned skin, nice white smile, marked cheekbones, and abs that made me go crazy for him. He was playing on the football team, so he was obviously very muscular. He wasn't really tall, but he was still taller than me, so I didn't care.

I took his hand and led him to my room. He had only been there four or five times, since I preferred to stay at his house, free of my annoying mom and her lame comments. I'd already made the bed ready for us.

"Jeez, honey. Is it some kinda goal for you to make me horny, because I sure as hell am right now," He mumbled, and put his hand around my waist as we stood in the middle of my huge room.

I chuckled slightly. "Yeah, it kinda is," I mumbled and intertwined my fingers into his hair.

He flashed a naughty smile at me and leaned down to kiss me, quickly pushing his tongue inside my mouth, sweeping it across my teeth. I met his tongue playfully, and we stood like that for a couple of minutes and stopped as I heard him whisper, "You reached your goal," against my now swollen lips.

I pulled away gently, and pushed him onto my bed. He settled himself up against the pillows that were built up against my headboard.

"I want to clear a few things up," I said surprisingly serious.

He nodded eagerly, like a little cute puppy, not even trying to take his eyes of my chest.

"I'm ready, Matt,"

He reached out for me, and I let him pull me up beside him. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and eyed me closely. I had never felt safer in my life, than when I was laying in his arms.

"Are you completely sure?" He asked biting his lip sexily. That just topped the sexual tension between us.

"Completely," I confirmed quietly. "Don't you want me?"

A wave of shock rolled across his face. "Of course I want you! What else could I possibly want?"

"I dunno. Amy?"

"Are we gonna talk about my ex-girlfriend Amy or me and you, who by the way are together and happy right now?" He asked, unpleasant by being reminded of her.

"Me and you," I breathed against his chest. And then I pulled off his shirt – having no idea where all that confidence came from – and his khakis. I opened my night drawer and rummaged a little to find the condom I had hidden there. I left a trail of kisses all the way from his mouth to the edge of his boxers, before I pulled those off too. He was huge, and it frightened me for a half-second, but that was quickly over, as I became all horny, and forgot all about fears and hopes and dreams.

As I said, I was living in the now.

I woke up with a sore body, but I didn't regret a thing. Matt was laying beside me, snoring ever so slightly. I turned around in the bed trying to sleep a little longer, but after half an hour, I decided to just get out of bed. I stood up, and reach down to pick up chris's shirt and put It on, and also my thong, to cover my naked body.

I suddenly had a weird feeling in my stomach. An uncomfortable feeling and it was like I knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

I drifted to the kitchen, pouring up some cereal with milk, and headed to Lia's room, to check on her. But as I entered, I didn't even have to look at the bed, to know it was empty. I placed the cereal on one of her drawers, and ran into Chris' room. It was empty too. I stumbled out in the hall way for my bag. I took my cell up, and called Lia.

"The number you have reached is not in service at this time," a pleasant female voice said automatically.

I tried Chris, but neither his was available. I was getting nervous now. The feeling I had in my stomach only made it much worse. Something in my head told me to turn on the TV. So I did, only to be shocked to the core.

"Last night around 11 pm, a blue Jeep was found empty standing across of Queens Road. The vehicle inside had blood stains across the seats, and apparently the blood leads all the way into the woods. There is no signs of an accident, and no one has seen anyone driving the vehicle previously. The blood's DNA is being tested right now, and it seems the blood is from two different people. I'm standing here with detective Morrison."- the news reporter turned around to face a man, in his mid-forties with light hair, tanned arms and grey eyes, reflecting all the sorrow he's dealt with in his years as a detective of homicides -"Detective, is there anything new in this case?"

"Not really, Ma'am. This is a very mysterious incident,"

"For sure. What are your suspicions right now?" The news reporter pressed.

"We have two suspicions, either the car was stolen, though we haven't gotten a report of a stolen blue Jeep, and the passengers escaped from the vehicle, or it was teenagers who had been approaching a party held by a senior in the local High School. Maybe they were injured but too affected by alcohol to get to the hospital. We have several people from same party under custody right now, and we are hoping to get more leads from them, because we are pretty much empty-handed at the moment."

"What is the reason you suspect it was teenagers approaching a party?"

"The car is a typical car for teenagers as the spoken age who approached the party, some of them under custody even said that they had friends owning such a car, but that there was several of them. We are investigating that right now. And for last, there were three six-pack's of beer stabled up in the trunk of the car."

"Thank you, detective Morrison," the news reporter said, and Morrison nodded consciously. She turned to the camera again. "If anyone has seen anything that you may think could be useful information for the police, please don't hesitate on calling them," She said, and a telephone number showed at the bottom of the screen.

I stared out the window, too shocked to do anything. When I had finally gathered my feelings, I took my phone and pressed the numbers to the police office. But I didn't reach to do so, before somebody rang our doorbell. It took me a few seconds to react and open the door.

It was the police. "Hello, Miss. Is Christopher Ellaway home?"

"No," I whispered my voice so shaky, I could barely understand what I was saying myself.

"Do you have any idea where he is?" He asked.

"No,"

"Does he own a dark blue Jeep from year two-thousand-and-seven?"

"Yes,"

"Could we ask you a few further questions, Miss?"

"Uh, yes," I mumbled.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

It took me some time to answer, but the two police officers – a white man, and a black woman – waited patiently for me to gather myself. "Last night around ten thirty."

"Did you know where he was going and who he was driving with?"

"Yes, he and my sister, Evelia Ellaway, they were going to a party at one of his friends,"

"Is Christopher your big-brother?" The woman asked with a softer voice, than the man's rough one.

"Yes. Yes, he is." I stuttered.

"Do you know what this is about?"

"Yes, I saw it on the news channel,"

"Miss, could I ask you to come with us to the station?" The man asked.

I had bit my lip so hard it was bleeding. All this had gone so wrong! What was I supposed to say to my parents, and what had happened to Chris and Lia? The guilt was choking me.

"Sure. But my boyfriend is sleeping right now, so I better wake him up. Could he come with me?" I asked, careless if Matt got messed into something. I just needed my brother and sister back, no matter what price.

"Of course, Miss. We'll just wait in the car." The woman said and smiled carefully at me.

I couldn't smile back, but I looked at her thankfully, and then I shut the door and went to wake up Matt. He was sleeping peacefully. I shook him gently.

"Matt?"

He turned around, to face me, and flashed a big huge grin at me. "Hey babe. You have no idea how amazing last night was, and I -" He said while he was pulling my thong down.

"There's no time for this, Matt." I interrupted. "Lia and Chris are gone."

He rose up instantly and cut the crap. "What?"

I shook the awful memory away, and cleared my head. I didn't want to think about it. It was too painful, since they weren't found yet, and after five years the odds had become sort of small. It was easier to wrap my head around it when I wasn't living in Dallas. That was also my excuse to not visit my parents very often.

When I had been my good old, enthusiastic self, I had signed myself up for a site, for girls who wanted to be models. So a few months after Lia and Chris' disappearance, I was contacted by a model agency in Seattle. I had called my Aunt in Olympia as soon as I could, and she had immediately offered me that I could stay with her, because she knew how much I hated it in Dallas. She knew how cold and careless my parents had reacted to the disappearance. They hadn't even been mad nor sad. I'd never seen a feeling touch them. I hadn't hesitated saying yes to my Aunt's offer. I was really eager to go. Especially since Mary-Ann – my Aunt – had a daughter only a few years younger than me. Her name was Elodie and we had been best friends when we were a lot younger. They made me feel like a part of the family – like another child. And Elodie said that she saw me as her sister, and so, if people asked me if I had siblings I would say Elodie and her two younger brothers.

I drove to work and school every day in Seattle. I had balanced it, so I went to High School till noon, and most days I went to work after it. When I turned eighteen, I moved to Seattle, but I moved out of my apartment after two years, to live with Jason. Elodie's the only friend I've got left after moving in with Jason, and I'd started loosing contact to my friends.

Maybe I had sacrificed too much. But Jason loved me, so it was probably worth it.

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