Loved and Lost

Chapter 2

Hey Guys, Dana here. So I'm writing after Hope and I gave you guys a nice, long chapter because these were all the details, pretty much, that needed to come in the beginning. So hold on tight, this is gonna be a long journey we're taking you on!

Enjoy, loves!

BTW the awesome character banner at the right was made by @xDemonsFlowerx

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I lay on my bed, my iPod Touch, 5Gen high above my face. I was busy playing Temple Run. God, that game is so addicting! Good thing, or else I'd never have anything to do. I'm 15 years old, I have no friends, whatsoever and my dad is too weak to do anything with me lately. I'm really concerned about him.

I check Facebook every so often. I may have three hundred fifty-one friends, but that's just because everyone in my school added me so their list would be one friend bigger. My dad doesn't have a Facebook and my grandma rarely checks her own.

I became curious suddenly. What if my mom has a Facebook? There's only one way to find out. I typed in her first name, Sara. As you can pretty much guess, thousands of Sara's showed up on screen. I knew this was pretty much hopeless, but hey, what do I have to do that's better? Besides continue to play temple run...

I began scrolling through the Sara's. None of them resembled my mother. A few live close by but I didn't care to open any of them because I knew it would be a waste of my time. On page two, a Sara with blonde hair turning slightly grey caught my eye. I knew my mom was about 40 years old. Was this her?

I opened to her Facebook page, it's not private so apparently anyone can view everything she's posted. I wandered into the "about" tab. Her birthday is 7/2/1973 but I, of course, couldn't go off that, though that did say she was forty. But I was six, I don't know when her birthday is.

She didn't put much in the description:

"Mother of 2

1 teenager whom I miss dearly, and my baby boy Jacob. I am currently engaged and can't wait to get this party started!"

My gut told me this was her, though I'm not completely sure. One sentence slipped out of my mouth from the shock, though. "I have a baby brother." After a few minutes of silence and much thought, I heard a thud come from downstairs.

I flinched in my seat, standing up quick. "Dad?" I called, opening my door slightly. "Dad? Are you okay?" I stepped outside my door and closed it nervously. A soft moan echoed through the house. "Dad!" I rushed down the stairs to my left.

When I met the foot of the stairs, my dad was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was in the kitchen. I stepped through the kitchen door to find the kitchen was empty as well. I wouldn't think he's in the living room. He doesn't spend much time in there, so my last option is Dad's office. I tip-toed over to the closed door that was a mere foot from me. My breathing was heavy. "Dad?" I knocked. All I got in reply was another moan.

I grabbed the knob and pushed the door open slowly. I gasped when I saw my dad on the floor. "Dad!" I began to cry, seeing his crippled body strewn across his small office. "Are you okay? What happened?!"

"Alexis..." He whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to worry you." He spoke in a weak voice.

"Dad, what's going on?"

He just gave me a sad smile in return. " I love you, Lex." He whispered, holding my hand, moving it towards his face to kiss.

I could hear his breathing begin to become scarce. I began to panic. "No. No! Dad! What's going on? What happened to you? Hang on, stay with me!" I rushed over to the phone, tears cascading down my cheeks rapidly. I quickly dialed the numbers 9-1-1.