Love, hate and everything in between

~Chapter 18~

"Quiet little darkness, time to confess. You take them over till there's nothing left. Failing and falling they're so sick of trying; where's Peter Pan when you want to start flying?"

The certificate arrived 3 days later. The police continued looking, but I knew they weren't really looking. When I brought the certificate in I took it out of its package and let it fall to the counter. As I picked up the certificate I began reading.

Name- Gabriella Valentina Maslow (Pillarosa)

Age- 4

Height- 3 feet, 4 inches

Weight- 40 pounds

Appearance- Indian, brown eyes, brown hair, dark skin, thin

Birthday- August 18, 2010 (3:37AM)

Allergies/sickness- Had a small patch of cancer cells at the age of one.

Story- Parents killed from drunk driver on December 29, 2012.

Siblings- None

Born in- NC, USA

Signed- Michelle Jeffries

Tuesday, July 9, 2014/ 6:35PM/Charlotte, North Carolina

I hung the certificate on the fridge and went to my room. I now knew almost everything I needed to find Brooke and Gabriella. I'll pack a small bag and show the police what real searching is.

••Brooke's POV••

"This isn't your job, though." Gabby said as I made Troys bed.

"I know, but I have to do it." I replied.

"Why can't you just say no?"

I laughed and continued making it. I stopped when I made a risky, and bad, decision to open his bedside table drawer. I found my phone, a couple knives, and a few other pointless stuff. As I took my phone out and held it in my hands I felt a presence come over me. It was way too big to be Gabriella.

"What the hell are you doing? Your job is to clean not to snoop through my things." Troy's booming voice made me jump.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I let my curiosity get the best of-"

I never even finished the sentence because Troy slapped me across the face. I instantly felt my face get red and hot. I held my cheek and looked up at him.

"I said I'm sorry!" I hissed at him.

"Liar." He pushed me into the wall causing the pictures to fall around me. I tried to shake off the pain, but I knew he wasn't done. He came over and threw me to the ground.

"Gabby, baby, go." I whispered as I saw her at the doorway. She hurriedly scampered away and I felt Troy pin my arms to the floor as he came over and moved to the top of me.

"You're crazy hot." He whispered. I shook my head and felt my wrists begin hurting as he held his grasp tighter. Very slowly he moved down to me and began a trail of kisses down my neck. He stopped and sat up still keeping a grasp on my wrists. He took one hand away and moved the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders. I looked at him disgustedly as he only smirked back.

"You're disgusting and I couldn't hate you more!" I screamed.

"Next time you'll know better than to go through my stuff." He whispered.

"So I open your drawer and you rape me?! What is this? Some kind of sick joke?"

"Sick? I find it appealing."