'I don't know what has gone wrong, but Mom and Eddie fight a lot now, and then sometimes Gil comes over to our house to defend her. Sometimes Mom, Lindsey, and I go over to Gil's house if Mom has a big fight with Eddie.

He doesn't hit, he just yells a lot, sometimes he throws stuff. He has even said that Lindsey is probably not his daughter, that she is just another daughter of a slut and some anonymous man off the side of the road. He also accuses mom of having an affair with Gil. She cries and says it's not true.

Recently they have both been smoking this white stuff that smells worse than Mom's cigarettes. Gil tries to get her to stop all the time, but she won't listen.

They've started to ignore Linds and I, but Lindsey is still a baby and she can't fend for herself. I'm planning on running away soon, but I can't leave Lindsey. I have to though, home is no longer safe.'

Those were the final few entries. I knew that my parents divorced about three years later, when I was four. I never knew any of this though.

A small piece of paper still lay at the bottom of the floor space, so I picked it up and read it.

'Lindsey,

By now I hope you've read the rest of my stuff, so now I'll tell you where I am.

Bright Lights hide the stars.

The days are hot,

The nights are cold.

At day it sleeps,

At night it awakes.

No snow and little rain.

Yet I know that life no more.

For it is yours little one.

There is a lake of Mead,

Where waters run cool.

Close by there is a bridge,

And a dam quite close too.

By that there is a house,

Its color is white,

Its shutters are green,

Its number is 15.

I will be there my sister, I promise.

Lydia Joy Michaels'

I knew exactly where to go, so I took the directions and I put them in my pocket. Then I put the rest of the stuff on my bet, including the family portrait. I wrote a quick note. Then I got dressed and left.

'Dear Mom and Grandma,

I'm going to find Lydia. Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Love,

Lindsey Grace Willows'

Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, I love you guys so much you have been so kind, and all of your compliments made me smile.

I gave you guys 2 chapters today, because I wrote them over night, after all, what else are weekends for.

PS: what do you guys think of the poem, it was kind ofrandom, and I really don't know much about the area around Vegas and Lake Mead, so the dam and bridge could be wrong, but oh well.