KPOV

Harry had already ordered room service by the time Paul and I rolled out of bed. Paul joined him immediately in downing the food. I paused in the bedroom doorway, watching them.

I couldn't get Neala and John and my dad out of head.

Sure, I had technically found my family. But I felt as if I had left with more questions, not answers.

"We have to go back," I whispered to no one in particular.

"Hm?" They both looked at me, confused. I frowned.

"I'm going back." I went into the tiny hotel bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked the same, but I felt like a different person. Everything about me had changed in the last few days. Yet, I still had no idea who I was.

"Kell." Paul was knocking on the door. "What do you mean you're going back?" I ignored him as I brushed my teeth and my hair.

I sat on the counter by the sink as Paul continued to knock.

"She's not answering."

"Kells?" Harry's voice replaced Paul's. "If you're going back, can I come? Those cookies were good. Hey!"

"Kelly, open the door. Now." I glared at where I assumed Paul was, before unlocking the door.

I walked passed him, grabbing my wallet as I went.

"Are you coming Harry?" He nodded, jumping up and following me out of the room. I heard Paul lock the door behind us.

"This is a bad idea," Paul muttered as we waited for a cab. I opted to continue ignoring him. I would not let Paul stop me from getting answers.

John was in the front yard with his back to us when the cab pulled up in front of his house. He didn't even look up as we all piled out.

Neala opened the front door, grinning from ear to ear.

"I knew you'd return." She hugged me, then took Harry inside. Probably to stuff him with more baked goods.

"John?" He stopped working. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but-"

"He's not here." John cut me off, squinting up at me. "He left after you did. We haven't seen him since last night. I'm sorry." I sighed.

"How'd you know?" I crouched beside him on the ground. "That I'd be back?" John smiled.

"We're you're family, you can't just leave now that you know we exist." I looked down, pulling out a small weed at my feet.

Paul hadn't said a word since we'd arrived. He'd just stood by the front gate, glancing around the property wearily, as if he was expecting some danger to appear. I was still watching Paul when I spoke to John again.

"Am I…a bear?" I decided to get the most pressing question out of the way first. Paul scoffed from his post by the gate. I glared at him.

"Obviously not Kell. I think I would have noticed if you turned into a bear." I ignored that, turning back to John. He was watching Paul.

"You don't want her to be around us. You don't think she's safe." I glanced between John and Paul. Paul looked up at the sky, his hands were shaking.

"She isn't safe," he muttered.

John nodded, standing up. "I completely agree."

"I'm fine." I hated when people talked about me as if I wasn't there. Did I not get a say in whether or not I felt safe?

"You're not." John and I flinched at the new voice.

"Son." He nodded at John, but his eyes were on Paul.

"I would like to speak with my daughter." Paul only growled in response. "I promise she will be safe, dog." My eyes widened, and I whirled around to grab Paul's arm before he could lunge at my father.

"Paul, stop!" He didn't sound like Paul anymore, it was all growls and snarls. "Paul!" I yanked as hard as I could on his arm in an attempt to pull him away from my father.

"Over my dead body will she be alone with you." Paul pulled me into his side, his shaking barely under control.

"Paul, please," John pleaded with him. "Give him a chance. They won't go far." They all looked to me.

I patted Paul's hand reassuringly, attempting to free myself from his grasp.

"I need answers. He has them. I promise I'll be fine." Paul glared at me, then at my father.

"If anything happens to her…" His voice trailed off, but he let me go.

I took a hesitant step forward.

"Let's talk in the barn." I nodded, following my father through the house and into the backyard. I could see the barn in the distance, maybe a ten minute walk away.

"What do I call you?" I asked, deciding to break the silence.

"Whatever you'd like," he answered without breaking stride. I frowned.

"No, what's your name?" He sighed, turning to face me.

"Timothy, but my children call me dad." He turned and continued walking. I had to run to catch up.

"Alright, Timothy. Where's my mother?" He stopped. We were in front of the barn now. The doors were chained shut, and it didn't look like Timothy had brought a key.

I decided to keep asking him questions.

"What was her name? Did you hurt her? Why did you come back here? Where have you been?" I took a deep breath taking a step back when I noticed the tremors going through is arms.

"Why didn't you find me?"


So, after many weeks of deliberation, I decided to continue Loving the Unknown in a different way. At first, I thought a sequel was the way to go, but then I realized this story hadn't ended in a way that allowed for a sequel.

The sequel I did start, started with events that hadn't been covered in the story, and it didn't really make sense. So as some of you may have noticed, I've taken down Living the Unknown. It will go back up when I feel that I've reached the right point in the story?

Sorry if there's any confusion...

So basically I will be continuing Loving the Unknown here~

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