Searching for Home: Chapter 15

searching5homeRating: PG
Warnings: Deals a little with death, has some drinking in it. Some curse words, violence and sex, but nothing gory or graphic.

That woman was sitting on the side of her bed looking at her. The light was bright in her room and Brianna sat and stared at the lady in disbelief.

Searching for Home
by Chelle & Nikki

Chapter 15

It was late by the time they had crossed the Georgia state line. Taylor had drove the rest of the way after a short stop in Alabama. It had been mostly quiet, they chatted about a few little things but there was no deep conversations. By the time they reached Georgia, they were both tired.

“Let’s get some sleep and then we’ll start in the morning.” Taylor said as they pulled into a motel parking lot.

“Yeah, but I want to get going really early. Now that I’m here, I want to make the most of the day tomorrow.” Brianna said.

Taylor went inside and got two rooms for the night. He got back into the car, handed Brianna her key and drove up to the door. “Well, good night. I’ll see you in a few hours.” Taylor laughed.

“Good night. Don’t sleep too late.” Brianna said with a smile.

They both retreated into their rooms, which were next door to each other, to prepare for bed. Brianna took a shower and washed her hair. Afterward, she brushed her teeth and dried and flat ironed her hair.

Her stomach was starting to turn into knots and she knew it’d be worse the next day. Taylor didn’t appear to be nervous but seemed like he was uncomfortable. Brianna couldn’t blame him though. She was again starting to feel she’d made a mistake letting him come with her. Not that she didn’t enjoy, or even feel better, having him there. It was clear to her though that this was an awkward trip for him. She had reminded herself several times that she felt a sense of being protected with him there… he somehow put her at ease even with all the confusion and rush around her.

She packed up her stuff, wanting to make sure she had as little to do the next morning, and laid out her clothes for the next day. She climbed into bed and turned out the light. She was tired but instead of going to sleep, she laid awake for a while thinking. She hated doing that because she knew she needed rest. She thought back to her dream the night before and what Taylor had said about the dream he’d had. She wasn’t aware of falling asleep but she had.

“Taylor sure doesn’t pay attention very well does he?”

Brianna opened her eyes when she heard the lady’s voice. She turned onto her back and sat up quickly. “Oh my God!” She nearly screamed.

That woman was sitting on the side of her bed looking at her. The light was bright in her room and Brianna sat and stared at the lady in disbelief. She was in the same dress.

“I told him.” The lady said shaking her head with a smile. “I tried to tell him but he just does his own thing.”

“Why are you here?”

“You are going to have to tell him, you know that.”

“Tell what?”

“He’s waiting for you Brianna. Taylor is waiting for you.”

“What?! Why? He’s waiting for what?”

“If you don’t tell him I’m going to have to. And he probably won’t listen the first few times.”

“Tell him what? What are you talking about?”

“Tell him how you feel sweetheart. He’s waiting for you. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I… I don’t understand. I can’t tell him that. We’ve only known each other for a little while. It’ll scare him away.”

The lady laughed and replied “It won’t scare him.”

“But, why is he waiting for me?”

“He’s worried about you right now. Tell him Brianna. If you don’t I will have to.”

“What am I supposed to say to him?”

“You know what to say.”

Suddenly, Brianna sat straight up, wide awake and breathing heavy. Her room was dark. The lady was gone. And once again, Brianna wondered how or what to tell Taylor about the dream or the one she’d had before.

She wondered how and if to tell him how she was starting to feel about him. Like before though, she’d decided that she had enough to worry about, and had to concentrate on why she was even there. She’d get things straightened out with Taylor another time.

“Okay, there’s five Pam Richmonds in here.” Taylor said as he slid his finger down a page in the phone book.

“Where do they live?” Brianna asked. She sipped her coke as Taylor listed off the addresses. “According to the post card Julie sent to Lynn, Pam lived on Ellison Street.”

“Okay then, we’ll check there first.”

“But none of them live there.” Brianna said confused, pointing to the open phone book.

“I know, but maybe the neighbors will remember her.” Taylor replied. “It wasn’t that long ago.”

Brianna sighed as she and Taylor stood up. They walked out and got into the car. As Taylor sat waiting for the other cars to pass he looked both ways and then turned to Brianna.

“Wait, wait. What am I doing? I have no clue what’s going on here. Where’s Ellison Street?” He asked.

Brianna giggled. “I don’t know, where’s the map?”

“Should be on the seat back there.” Taylor pulled out onto the road.

Brianna looked over the street map. She brushed a stray piece of hair away from her face and said “Just follow the highway and turn left on Cedar Lane. Let me know when you get to Prancer Avenue.”

“Prancer?” Taylor asked with a snicker. “As in Santa Claus?”

“What?” Brianna looked over at him and smiled.

“Santa. Ya know, the reindeer? Ain’t that a reindeer name, Prancer?”

“Yeah.” Brianna and Taylor both laughed. God, he was making this so much easier on her. She didn’t think she’d have made it this far without a total breakdown. His random comments in serious moments made her laugh and forget the stress she was under.

He found something to laugh about in nearly every situation. Taylor could feel her relax when he made her laugh. Every moment he could, he’d decided to do so knowing that at any given time it wouldn’t be right to laugh.

“All right, Cedar Lane. Right there.” Taylor said.

Brianna Looked up from the map just as Taylor turned onto the street. “Cedar Hills.” Brianna read out loud. The sign was brick with a black and gold colored plate on it next to the road. It seemed to be a nice subdivision.

Taylor drove slowly until they saw Prancer Avenue. “Okay now where to?” Taylor asked.

Brianna pointed in front of her. “Just down there. Should be the next street on the right.”

Taylor drove on and turned on Ellison Street. “All right.”

Brianna said. “The address is 451.” Taylor drove until Brianna said “That’s it. Right there. 451 Ellison Street.” He parked the car and turned the key.

As silence set in, Taylor turned toward Brianna. “Ready?” He asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” Brianna answered opening the car door. they walked up to the door and rang the door bell. There was no noise inside. After a moment, Taylor rang the doorbell again.

“Maybe no one’s home.” Brianna said turning toward the street and glancing around.

Suddenly they heard the sound of the lock turning. A young girl opened the door. “Hi.” She said with a smile.

“Hi. I’m Taylor and this is Brianna.”

“Hi, I’m Darcy.”

“We’re sorry to bother you but we were looking for a Pam Richmond.” Taylor said, noticing right away that Brianna wasn’t going to speak.

The girl’s face changed drastically. “Well she doesn’t live here. Um, come on in. You can talk to my dad.” She stepped aside and Taylor and Brianna walked inside. “Here, you can sit in here.” Darcy said, leading them into the living room. “Just wait here for a minute.” Darcy said quietly. She walked into the other room. Taylor and Brianna sat down.

Darcy was no older than 18, and she talked with a southern accent. She had green eyes and long, straight red hair. She had braces and was short and had an average build.

“Hello. I understand you’re looking for my wife, Pam.” The man walked in and sat down in a chair next to the window. He was tall and thin with dark hair and green eyes. He had a mustache and there was a slight aging to his face.

“Yes sir. My friend, Brianna, and I. We wanted to find Pam because Brianna wanted some information about her mother.” Taylor said.

The man leaned back and crossed one leg. “You think Pam is your mother?” He asked confused.

Brianna glanced at Taylor. “No sir. I…”

“Gary, please.”

“Gary. I wanted to talk to Pam because she was a close friend of my mother’s. I was adopted and my mother’s sister Lynn, she told me about my mom, and gave me a letter my mom wrote. She said in the letter that she had stayed with a friend, Pam Richmond. I wanted to talk to her and find out more about my mom.”

Brianna and Taylor waited for the man to say something. He just sit still and looked down at the floor for a few moments. Then he slowly raised his head and said quietly, “You’re Julie’s daughter.” Brianna and Taylor glared at him, then each other and back at Gary. “I met your mom when she was staying with Pam. I only saw her twice. Then one day, she was just gone. I never saw you or even knew you had been born. Pam didn’t ever want to talk about it.”

“Can you tell me where Pam is?”

“Brianna, Pam has been dead for nearly two months. Cancer. The doctors gave her 12 months when we first found out. She lived four years.”

“Oh my God. Please tell me you’re joking.” Brianna said her eyes filling with tears. Taylor gently put his arm around her.

“I wish I was.” Gary said. “Look I don’t know if it’ll make you feel any better but I have something of Pam’s that she wanted you to have.” He stood up and walked out.

“I can’t believe it. I was so close Taylor. Now what am I going to do? Without Pam I can’t get anywhere. I just wanted to know something else about my mother.” Brianna began to cry.

Taylor just pulled her into him and held her. “I know, I know.” He said softly.

Gary walked back in the room. “Here.” He said handing Brianna a small, black box that was locked.

“What’s this?” Brianna asked shakily.

Gary laughed a little. “I don’t know.”

“What? What do you mean?” Taylor asked still keeping his arm around Brianna.

“It was Pam’s. She never once told anyone what was in it. I don’t have the key. After Pam died and we started cleaning out her stuff, I found it packed up in our closet. In Pam’s will, she said that it had to be given to Lynn or you. Lynn is…”

“Julie’s sister.” Taylor finished for Gary.

“Right. I tried to find out where Lynn lived but I couldn’t. I never imagined that you would show up. It was so important to Pam, that’s why I had it sitting on our shelf in the bedroom. But now I know that you’ll have it. I guess you can break the lock off. Pam was so secretive about that box though that even after she was gone, I could never bring myself to try and open it.”

“Thank you.” Brainna said quietly.

“Pam would have loved to see you.” Gary said.

“Where is she buried?” Brianna asked glancing up.

“In the Chapel Hill Cemetary. It’s on Rockwood and Chapel. About two miles up the highway.” Gary answered.

“Thank you. We better get going now but thanks so much for this and for your time. I’m very sorry about your wife.” Taylor said standing up and helping Brianna get to her feet. Her body had gotten kind of weak and she was still sniffling.

“Oh sure. It’s no problem. I’m glad that you have that now. I’m sorry that Pam couldn’t meet you. Here…” Gary picked up a piece of paper and wrote down the address and phone number. He handed it to Brianna and said “Please stay in touch.” Brianna nodded.

As they were walking out of the door, Gary opened a drawer in the small corner table in the front hall of the house. “Brianna, would you like these?” Gary asked, handing Brianna a couple of pictures. She glanced at them. “That’s Pam. And that’s Pam and me with Darcy about a year ago. We have other copies.”

“Oh, thank you very much.” Brianna said.

Taylor and Brianna walked out and Taylor helped her into the car. Brianna had started crying again. Taylor got into the car and started it. With a wave he drove away. He held Brianna’s hand as she cried silently. He pulled off of the highway and drove into the parking lot of the motel. Taylor wished he could make this all just go away. It was nearly too much for both of them. He had prepared himself for this since the trip had started but he hadn’t expected to feel so helpless. It seemed like all he could do was hold Brianna and let her cry. So that’s what he did.

*Chapter 14 / Chapter 16*
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