I sat down in my seat on the plane with a sigh; the last 12 hours had been some of the worst of my life. When Jane and I had finished talking I had sunk down to the floor in a state of shock, apparently out of nowhere Lydia had decided that she was in love with Wick and when dad told her not to go see him they had a blazing row, dad was the only one that knew some of the history between me and Wick. After they couldn't find her Kitty said that Lydia had gone out the window to see him. Dad had driven all over town with him but he couldn't see them anywhere. They had to wait twenty four hours before telling the police and when they did they also decided to call me.
The police had rapidly discovered that Wick had skipped town the night Lydia had disappeared, the only question was did they leave together or did Wick leave and Lydia follow him?
I had run it all through my head over and over and I couldn't figure out which one I hated the idea of more, how could this happen I had never gotten on with Lydia well but she was still my sister and I loved her.
Darcy had roused e from my state of shock by pulling me to my feet and I sitting me on the sofa, I had realized belatedly that he was asking me over and over again what was wrong. That might have been the worst part I had to explain about Lydia and Wick to him and even if he had loved me he didn't after that I could see it in his eyes. After I had explained he had asked me the enviable question, he asked me what had happened between me and Wick, he had looked at me with pity in his eyes and I knew that all the love he had ever had for me was gone.
The person beside me on the plane jostled me and I came back to the present looked around and realized that we had taken off already, after I had told Darcy everything he had stood up and walked around the room before taking out his cellphone and getting a plane ticket for me despite my protests and had driven me back to Maddie and Ed's where he told me goodbye and had driven off.
I had explained again to Maddie and Ed and said that Darcy had booked me a ticket to go back and when I looked at the ticket I found that it was for the next day, I had to rush around the house looking for all my stuff and when I had finished I was completely exhausted but when I tried to sleep I couldn't, thoughts just kept running through my head, how he wanted me gone, how he never wanted to see me again.
I sighed as I came back to my self and decided that thinking about it would only make it worse so I put head phones on and started the playlist for my favorite band sleeping at last on my Ipod I curled up as much as I could in the aeroplane seat and fell slowly to sleep.
When I woke up it was because a stewardess was shaking my shoulder and telling me to wake up and that the plane had landed. The entire trip through the airport was a sleepy blur to me afterwards and I was so happy to see Jane waiting for me at the arrivals place.
When we got to my parents' house I was met with Mother "Oh Lizzie! What happened why didn't you tell us about Wick? You could have saved Lydia!" she said crying and gasping, I knew that she was upset but it hurt that she blamed me in part for what had happened.
"I'm sorry mum" I said knowing that if I argued with her now I wouldn't make anything better, it would probably only make things worse.
After Jane had taken our mother back to the sitting room I walked to the study that Dad had almost lived in for most of my childhood, he was there as I had expected him to be and when I lent against the door and cleared my throat he looked up and sighed a big sigh of relief.
"Lizzie, dear Lizzie" he said and stood up coming around his desk to hug me tightly, " I'm so glad to see you, your mother has been inconsolable, your sisters look lost and I can't seem to get anything of value done. I should of told them about him" his voice turned to self-hatred at his last words.
"Dad, I asked you not to, I knew what he was and I held back because I didn't want anyone to judge me, I was selfish, I wanted to ignore it and when he came back to town I didn't and to think about it at all, if this is anyone's fault it is mine and no one else's" he looked at me and a small smile took over his face.
"Look at us," he said "Blaming ourselves when we could be doing much better things like finding her."
"What have you and the police got so far?" I asked
"We think that he skipped town to a big city and there are a few near here, he could of gone o Toronto, Ottawa, Montreal or any of the cities up north that no one really goes to regularly but it's unlikely that he went there because people would notice to young people on their own." He explained
"So our best guess is Toronto or Ottawa, I knew Wick and he wouldn't of gone farther that he had to, he had a couple friends in Ottawa but in Toronto he went to school for a while and he knew a lot of people, he never had a lot of money, if he went somewhere he would need to stay at some ones place for free which is more likely in Toronto." I said "But Toronto is huge and its unlikely that he would go somewhere he thinks I would check" it was hopeless I thought, we could never find her the world was too bug and our resources to small.
"Don't give up Lizzie" there are loads of places they could be yes but the police are looking and we will find them" Dad said.
"Okay" I said "Dad I'm really tired, I think I'm going to go have a nap" and I left the study, going up stairs and falling asleep on the bed I had occupied for all of my childhood.