↷☆ Belle Millers. A 17 year old, blonde, bubbly, ray of sunshine. She's reserved, thrives for academic validation and considers the small cafe she works at her second home. What past does Belle come from? What does this summer entail?
↷☆ Adrian Well...
A/N: heyy loves! i just published the 'aesthetics' chapter before chapter 1 so go check it out if you like visuals and aesthetics of characters <33
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"I got it! Hell fucking yeah! Adrian? Where are you?" Liam shouts as he closes the front door. "The office" I yell back.
I hear the light patters of his jogging footsteps coming closer, "I got it!" he announces as he barges open the door.
"Got what?" I question as I watch his face not stop smiling. His eyes are slightly widened as if he was in admiration?
"His number" he says mindlessly, staring happily at the bare wall with nothing but a simple painting on.
"You got Jaxon's number?" I repeat, spinning the desk chair to face him momentarily. Breaking out of his trance, he nods and jumps. He rushes over to me and bends his legs to hug me from behind the chair, squeezing my neck tightly out of happiness.
I pat his arm awkwardly but smile for him. "I'm happy for you."
"Awww, you are?" he asks, letting go of the hug. I nod with a small smile on my lips. He deserves the world.
He grins and slumps onto the small couch we have in here. This office was dads but he passed it onto me when he reconstructed a new one near his bedroom. I added a second desk and chair for Liam to use whenever he does. Which isn't often. Instead, he opts for sitting on the couch anytime he is in here.
"What you up to?" he asks, only now noticing the MacBook switched on.
"Reading dads transcript from a few nights ago" I say, taking a sip of my cup of tea. I adore tea.
"Wait... is that tea? Ew.. Wait right there" he rushes out of the room. I listen as he runs into the kitchen, a sequence of clings and clatters following, and fast walking back to the office.
"I present... the best drink of all time... Coffee!" he smiles, taking a long taunting sip and he walks over to the MacBook screen.
I roll my eyes and point to the screen, getting us back on track.
"Oh, is this the thing you were telling me about earlier? With Belle's aunt?" he questions. I nod.
"What did you find?"
"Here, look. The call started off suspiciously normal but these sentences here could easily have double meanings. And! Around 2 minutes into the call, Amanda (who is Belle's aunt) tells dad about how "people are catching on" to something."
"Suspicious" Liam sings, staring at the screen. "Under that, they talk about "the past" and "the girl", do you think they're referring to Belle?" he asks
I shrug, "they could be. But the worst part is here" I point to the end of the call, "Amanda says angrily about how Dad promised that "the men" would make killing "the girl's parents" covert and anonymous, that nobody would know it was them... I think Amanda was mad that the secrets are starting to be uncovered now, making her even angrier that Dad guaranteed no one would find out."
