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Once the bar had closed up for the night and I had "fake" called my parents, I was led up the stairs into a small sitting room which overlooked the Montauk piers trendy restaurants, bars and I could even make out a few houses each individual in looks that framed further north of the pier which lead onto a pristine sandy beach.
"Taking in the view?" the unfamiliar voice startled me. I turned around to see a stocky teenage boy, maybe the same age as me with black waves of hair curling at his temples. "Hi, I'm Declan, Jack's younger brother, you must be Jess Johnson."
"Oh, yes well that's me" I tried to give a light casual smile, but it must of looked like I was grimacing because he carefully placed the pillows, blanket and what looked like spare clothes he had under his arm onto the sofa and backed away, although he was still smiling.
He was about to ask me another question, when Amanda appeared at the doorway and interrupted by asking "Do you have Emily's number Jess, I seemed to have misplaced it" she strode over towards me. CRAP, was the only coherent thought in my head at the moment. Before I could think of an excuse, Declan had jogged over to the Kitchen and had pulled a note of the fridge and had handed it to Amanda.
"It's on the list of emergency numbers, remember?" Amanda faltered before thanking Declan and telling me that there where spare clothes and food in the kitchen if I needed. I thanked her, she gave a warm answering smile in return but as she departed and turned, I couldn't help but notice the look of frustration on her face which I saw in the reflection of the windows.
But before I could ponder this notion; "I'll err leave you to change and err stuff" Declan surprisingly blushed, he turned "You need anything, I'm right out there on the boat" he pointed through the windows and directed my vision to a small harbour.
"Wow, I may need a flare gun, but I will definitely let you know" this led to brief outburst of chuckles from Declan and surprisingly from me as well. He walked towards the door, "Declan, thanks" I said earnestly. He smiled and walked out.
I picked up the clothes on the temporary bed, and I shrugged out of my jacket and rummaged through my rucksack to find the small bag of toiletries, I decided to stuff the memory stick inside a pair of orange socks before trying to locate the nearest bathroom. I crept along the wooden hallway, when I paused to hear a hushed voice on the phone outside one of the doors.
"Emily, no, no she's just a kid, no older than Declan. I don't know who she is but she has your address….. She said you're a friend of her parents, I don't know… I t was jack's idea! No of course not, do you think I'm stu… Look she's looking for you, us, I can't if tell she knows nothing but there's something familiar about her…, she's scared, If we help her, I think she will.."
The floorboards creaked under my feet, I gritted my teeth to prevent from cursing my clumsiness, and suddenly Amanda appeared "Jess, you're here?" she said accusingly.
"I was just looking for you because" I took a breath, before blabbing out an excuse "I wanted to know where the bathroom is." There not so bad, it was sort of true; I did need to use the bathroom.
She looked unsettled, "Just over there" she pointed towards a door that was ajar.
"Great!" I hurried over into the room and locked it. My back against the door, I took deep supposedly soothing breaths forcing myself to be calm, as I scrambled to organise the scattered thoughts of the last conversation. I dropped my stuff on a thatched brown basket and l leaned on the sink. My suspicions were starting to be confirmed, which is never a good omen. Amanda and Emily knew each other, that was obvious but how well did they know each other was an entirely different category. Emily is the door that opens up this world full of secrecy, lies and madness and am I really willing to open the door which has forever been locked until now? Right now the door stands ajar forced open by my missing parents who have fled from the initiative which burned my house down to the ground and have destroyed my aspects of having a so called normal life.
I looked into the circular mirror above the sink I stared at the reflection, the person in the mirror looked like a stranger version of me, she shocked me. Her blonde curls were coming loose from the pony, giving the appearance of a sloppy hair-do with a frantic look that replaced the natural warmth of brown eyes. The face was pale and drawn weary from a tidal wave of emotions that had coursed through her throughout the long day. The bright eyed, peachy coloured, rosy complexion of a young girl that was happy to go home for once that woke up this morning was in complete contrast to the hardened person in the mirror now.
Amanda was right I was scared, but a phrase ran across my mind, one that I remembered from my art class back at home "What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?". My teacher had painted this across the classroom, every day I looked at the quote from Vincent Van Gough never really understanding until now. For once this quotation actually made sense, If I don't try, if I give up now without even starting , then what's the point of any of this, the journal pages, my dad's letters, the address.
A new fire kindled in the pits of my despair, it was determination it fuelled everything insight with hope and courage, yes I was still scared, but this feeling set ablaze my ambition and desperation coursed through my veins. These emotions revitalised me, they have given me a new strength, I can't give up not now when I'm so close to the truth, I will not let my parents down if I am to get to Emily, then I will.
First things first, I need to clean myself up, I attacked the blonde mess, smoothing it down and plaiting it to avoid getting it into Knots. I found a toothbrush and toothpaste in my toiletries bag along with facial wash and hand cream. I decided to leave the necklace of keys on for safe keeping and once I had changed into the clothes a New York Mets jersey xxL and a pair of black leggings I went down the hallway and back to the makeshift bed.
I paused as I sat down, and pulled my rucksack up onto the sofa, I looked inside the bag, immediately I knew it had been searched. Arnold was lying on my pillow, when I knew I had not taken him out, my spare clothes were still inside but they were no longer folded. I thrusted my hand into the bag to find the deposit box safely locked, the orange socks were also there I patted them; the memory stick was still there. I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Amanda had gone through my bag but had eventually found nothing. I opened the box with the star shaped key and placed the memory stick inside and locked it again. Putting the box at the bottom of the bag, and re folding my clothes and my spares on top.
I then took the diary out, with Emily's address and began to flick through it there was nothing apart from blank pages. I decided to close the book when a singled corner beckoned out of he pages even in the semi-darkness I could still make out the faded picture of two blonde haired women, one of which instantly recognized, my mother.
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