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GUESS WHO’S DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!

T H I S  B I T C H

GUESS WHO’S BIRTHDAY IS IN FOUR DAYS !!!!!!!!!!!!

T H I S  B I T C H

I graduate officially in about ten days, and I become a legal adult in four. I am very excited and in an oddly good mood today, so here’s a sneak peak of what’s to come in Lost but Not Forgotten :)

WARNING- This is unedited and subject to change. It’s also probably very bad and angsty. 

Chapter Eleven

"We are in the stages of Discovery. It is a very long and tedious process. Right now, we’re gathering witness testimonies. We’ve contacted the detectives, as well as a few character witnesses.”

Trying to look invested in the meeting, you nod along to what Micah is saying. “Y/N, you are a lay witness.” Micah continues, something in his voice changes. It’s careful, cautious, almost like he’s scared to tell you what he needs to. “Your testimony will determine the sentence for each of them.”

You nod slowly, trying to keep calm. Testifying against Jason and Emilia- against your parents- is something you do not want to do. At that moment, you want to get up and walk out. No way in hell are you going to help incriminate your parents. You can’t stop the words that fell from your lips. 

“Do I have to testify?”

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You need to hear their voices. You need to know that they’re still with you in some way. They are your parents.You need them. So you go to your voicemail. To your surprise, there are a ton of new ones, most of which are from numbers that you’ve never seen before. 

You scroll down, landing on a new one from Padre from the day after they were arrested. You hesitate before clicking on it. Glancing around, you make sure no one is around. You turn the volume down and click play. His voice is barely audible, but it’s smooth and soft at the same time. 

Y/N your mom and I are on the plane. I overheard the flight attendants talking about an arrest that will be made as soon as the flight ends. Erik and Carlos told us they haven’t heard from you in days. I need you to know that I love you. I did my best for you. Every sacrifice that I made, every late night and therapy appointment was because I love you. 

You squeeze your eyes shut as the recording keeps going. 

I know that this is going to look bad. I know that the media will be all over this, but please remember who your real family is. Please remember everything you mother and I have done for you. You’ll always be my daughter. I love you. 

The voicemail ends with a beep. The call was made while you were at the police station, writing the statement that will land them in prison for the rest of their lives. 

There’s one from Mama <3 on that same day, at that same time. 

Y/N, oh my sweet girl, what did you do? There are people coming to arrest us soon. Why did you do it? Were we not enough for you? Those people left you alone, now you want them back? Sweetie, why? All we did was love you and now you’re betraying us. When all is said and done, remember what we did for you.

Her tone is condescending, harsh and manipulative. She wants you to feel guilty, and it’s working. Overwhelming regret comes over you. Now, more than ever, you’re wishing you didn’t go to school on the last day, wishing you didn’t let your curiosity get the better of you. Anger rips through your chest. Anger at yourself, anger at your parents, anger at everyone involved, How could they rip you away? How could you be so stupid to call the police? How fucking could you?

Chapter Twelve

"Y/N, please. We only want to help, sweet pea." Deborah says, tears now coming to her eyes. Your hands are shaking now, heart pumping. 

"Y/N, you're going to listen to us. Do as we say, we're your parents." Robert demands.

You don't know what comes over you in the next few seconds, but it isn't pretty. Fear morphs into anger, and you say the first thing that comes to mind.

"My parents are sitting in a jail cell in Washington state." Your voice is cold, hard. 

Deborah's face crumbles. The tears start spilling from her eyes, and she shakes her head, mumbling something inaudible. Pure agony washes over Robert's face.

"No, Y/N. We're your parents."

"My parents are facing decades in jail because of you."

"They kidnapped you."

"They loved me!" 

"No, sweet-" 

You don't let Deborah finish. "I was ripped away from everything I know, and you expect me to accept it? Just like that? Accept you? I don't know you! You are strangers! My real parents are going to rot away in cells for the rest of time, and I'm never going to see them again." Your voice cracks at the last sentence. Now you're crying too.  

The hurt on Robert's face is evident. Deborah is now openly sobbing only the way a mother can knowing that her child is lost, and you know that you've just royally fucked up. 

After a few seconds, you turn away. You're storming out when someone grabs your shoulder. You tear it away as you turn. "Don't you fucking touch me!" You all but spit in Robert's face.

“I am your father.” “You are a stranger!” You don’t let him say anything. Instead, you storm out the back door.

That is all I have for you folks! Again, I don’t know when I’ll begin posting this again. I want to have every chapter edited and ready to post before posting so I can avoid another hiatus. I’m working on the dialogue drabbles/fics and will have a posting schedule for that out soon. Thanks y’all :)

tags under the cut and for the last time 

T A G S  A R E  C L O S E D 

Hi guys. 

First of all, I haven’t updated Lost but Not Forgotten in three weeks. I went back on what I said in my Hiatus post when I didn’t update. I’m sorry. This pandemic and other life events have fucked me up way more over the last month than I anticipated. I can go into detail if you want, but I really don’t want to make this post a pity party for me. 

I am not abandoning Lost but Not Forgotten. I’ve worked on this series since June of 2019, and there is no way in hell I am letting myself and you guys down. However, with my current home life and mental state, I don’t know if I can continue the series right now, but it is not abandoned. I'll be back with new chapters as soon as I can, I promise.

I'm taking steps to stop the decline of my mental health as much as possible and hopefully improve it soon. I'll be online for a brief time tonight and 4/9/2020 around 9 AM PST to answer the asks and messages I've received. Feel free to leave more for me to answer if you feel so inclined.

Y'all are the best.

Stay safe and healthy,

first of all, thank you so much! it’s good to hear that, i really needed that today.

Notes/Disclaimers:The first part of this series will be out on the first of January. Let me know if you want to be tagged. I’ll start tagging everyone when the prologue is posted. I also mean no disrespect to any real person I write into this series, this whole thing is just for fun. This was inspired by @afictionaladventure16’s series called Safe and Sound and real events.

Series description: You were adopted on your sixth birthday by your loving parents, Emilia and Jason. You're finishing up junior year of high school with flying colors, you have a great friend and an even better family. Simple story, right?

Wrong.

You have these dreams, weird dreams with a man that looks eerily like you. You brush it off as nothing, just old memories of your biological family.

Then you're assigned a research paper on anything that you want. You choose to research a cold case. Physical similarities are there: a malformed ear, birth marks, and a striking resemblance to an aged-up composite sketch, as well an unclear information about your adoption make you uneasy. Uneasy enough to take action.

After that, your world comes crashing down.

You weren't adopted. You were kidnapped.

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.

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“Center for missing and exploited children, this is James.” “I-I think I have information on a missing child.”

“Alright.”

“She thinks she was kidnapped when she was little.” “She thinks?” “Yes. She thinks that she was kidnapped on her sixth birthday.” “Where does she think she was taken from?” “A beach."

"Can you be more specific by any chance?"

"Waikiki Beach." “Can you tell me something about her?” “Like what?” “What’s her name?”

“Y/N.” “How old is she?” “Seventeen.”

“Does she have any identifying characteristics? Birthmarks? Scars?” “I- uh- she has a slightly malformed ear, and- and a few birthmarks.” “Is Y/N in any immediate danger?”

“No, but the people she believes kidnapped her are going to be back in about a week.”

“Are they going to hurt her?” “They might if they find out she’s doing this.”

Notes/Disclaimers: happy holidays everyone! This is the last teaser I will be posting. The first part of the series will be out on Wednesday, January first, that is also when I’ll start tagging people! Don’t be shy if you want to be tagged, I accept messages and asks. Once again, this series was inspired by @afictionaladventure16’s series Safe and Sound as well as real events. Thanks for reading :)

Series description: You were adopted on your sixth birthday by your loving parents, Emilia and Jason. You're finishing up junior year of high school with flying colors, you have a great friend and an even better family. Simple story, right?

Wrong.

You have these dreams, weird dreams with a man that looks eerily like you. You brush it off as nothing, just old memories of your biological family.

Then you're assigned a research paper on anything that you want. You choose to research a cold case. Physical similarities are there: a malformed ear, birth marks, and a striking resemblance to an aged-up composite sketch, as well an unclear information about your adoption make you uneasy. Uneasy enough to take action.

After that, your world comes crashing down.

You weren't adopted. You were kidnapped.

.

.

.

"I am Special Agent Irving, I'm the lead agent on the kidnapping of Y/N Falconer-Downey. I come out to interview the more likely cases in the United States and the Territories. I highly suggest that you give up the act if this fake." The aging man says, voice booming in the small musty room. His suit is sharp, as is his stare. Icy blue eyes stare at you, analyzing your hair, posture, and mannerisms, tearing you apart completely. 

"It's not." You say, holding his laser-esque gaze.

"Are you familiar with Kyra Cladius?"

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar."

"She went to great lengths to keep up the image of Y/N, even going as far as sewing her ear shut to recreate Y/N’s malformed ear." 

Your eyebrows shoot up, maybe you should have watched the documentary. He continues.

"She got a few years in prison for faking a police report. So I'll repeat myself: if you are faking this, come out about it now. You won't get in trouble. We can all pack up and go home without wasting anymore time or resources."

"I’m not faking this. I hope that I’m wrong.” You explain, voice wavering.

“Why is that?”

“Because if I’m right then my entire life is a lie.” Your voice breaks pathetically as you meet his icy eyes.

"Then why did you come?" His voice goes soft. And for a moment, you hear sympathy seep into his words.

You sigh deeply, slouching back in your seat. "It- There's too much to ignore, The physical similarities are there, everything I found in my basement. It's just- all of it is too much,"

"There's something else."

"I’m sorry?"