Author: simplexdreams PM
Josh Hutcherson is a successful actor he has everything, family, friends, huge house and an amazing career. But he's missing one thing… someone who truly loves him for just Josh.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Mystery - Chapters: 8 - Words: 7,740 - Reviews: 52 - Favs: 47 - Follows: 66 - Updated: 02-25-12 - Published: 03-12-11 - id: 6816855
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AND LIKE A BOSS JASMINE UPDATES. I have done 3 updates today on 3 different stories. I'm so proud of myself :') I'm updating so much today because I got tickets to see One Direciton, I tried to get tickets for 1 hour and 15 minutes. I'm over the moon:D And also my mum is gonna get me a starbucks;) PLEASE REVIEW :) x
Autumn leaves fell from trees as I walked down the side of the road. Cars with bright headlights were speeding past me, there were plenty of other people walking down the side of the road also, Josh included. His hazel eyes were opposite to my ocean blue ones.
Suddenly the sound of tires screeching filled my ears and the hazel eyes I was staring into were wide in shock and utter horror, Josh was running towards me now, yelling me to move out the way. I turned quickly to see a car coming right towards me, the first thing I noticed was a large dragon sleeve tattoo and an evil glint in his eyes. I couldn't move, my feet felt like they were glued to the ground. And before I knew it, my body came into contact with the vehicle and then smashed into the window screen.
"Haylee bug…" I heard a soft voice whisper; my eyes snapped open and met the hazel eyes of Josh "Come here…" He whispered, pulling me into a warm embrace. I realised that I was shaking and tears were wet on my cheeks.
"He has a tattoo" I blurted out, Josh pulled away from the hug, his brows furrowed in confusion. He opened his mouth answer "It's a dragon sleeve tattoo on his… right… no left arm…" I told Josh.
"Haylee, I don't get it" Josh said, looking worried.
I took a deep breath "I had a nightmare. I was walking down this street on the side walk and I was walking towards you. And then you seemed to panic and then yelled to move out the way. So I looked to my right and saw a car driving towards me. I noticed this person driving the car; he had a large dragon tattoo on his arm. And then I smashed into the window screen…" I said quickly, Josh still looked confused "It's obviously the person who killed my dad" I told him, it was so obvious.
"But when someone is in your dreams, you've seen-"
"Yes, I know you've usually seen them before…" I said, thinking for a few moments "I can't remember ever seeing him though" I bit my lip, thinking hard.
"Wait… He has a dragon tattoo?" Josh asked, looking at me in deep thought.
"Yeah…" Josh immediately jumped from my bed and over to my cupboard and opened my drawer full of family photo albums "We could start off by looking at your dad's or John's old friends" He threw a photo album at me and I caught it quickly.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
And still, nothing. No dragon tattoo guy.
I sighed and opened John and my mom's wedding album. Josh was looking through some of the old pictures of me.
I flicked to a photo of John's stag night, why were these even in this album? EW, they went to a strip club. I vomited in my mind and my eyes drew to a man who was shirtless. A large dragon tattoo on his left arm. It was him.
"I FOUND HIM!" I yelled and Josh jumped in surprise, sitting beside me and looking to whom I was pointing at the tattoo guy. I looked closer at him and saw he was completely bald, had Beatle black eyes and was easily the tallest man there.
"What do you think his name is?" Josh asked, studying the guy. As though he had only a few moments to remember his face by memory.
"He looks like a James or a Michael…" I said jokily and Josh laughed "So… he's one of John's friends…" I said, peeling the photo carefully from the album and grabbing a pair of scissors.
"What are you doing?" Josh asked curiously.
"Well, this is now a crime investigation… This guy is our first suspect" I said, cutting out the tattoo guys from the picture. I then took some blue tac and a piece of A3 white paper from my desk and placed a small piece of blue tac on each corner of the picture, then finally I placed the picture on the right hand side of the piece of paper.
"You've been watching cop shows again haven't you?" Josh asked humorously.
"Please do not laugh DIC Hutcherson, this is a serious case we need to sort out" I said in a serious tone, getting up from my desk and flicking Josh on the head.
"You're so funny Haylee bug… I've got to go, we'll continue this investigation tomorrow DIC Wilson" Josh saluted me, then pulled me into a hug "You sure you're alright Haylee?" He asked softly.
"Yeah, I have you don't I?" I giggled and he chuckled, waving me goodbye and walking from my room.
I exhaled deeply and folded the piece of paper and hid it in one of my bra drawers. No one looks in there, they wouldn't dare to.
"HAYLEE!" John's voice boomed like surround sound as he slammed the front door behind him. I inwardly groaned, mom was at work and wouldn't be back for another few hours, who knew what John wanted.
"Yes?" I said as I reached the bottom step. Oh god, John looked drunk. In fact he looked pissed, his eyes were bloodshot and he could barely walk.
"YOU!" He bellowed, taking a few drunken steps towards me. I knew what was going to happen. I was going to have to not fight back and just let him beat me.
Why did tattoo man have to kill my dad? I thought as I lay on the floor, pain shirring in my stomach. Why couldn't John just be nice to me for once? Why? Why? Why?
I heard the front door slam, which meant John had gone back out. I let out a sigh of relief and tried to stand up. No matter how painful it was to stand up, I managed to do it and I made my way up the stairs and into my room.
As I opened my door, I saw the picture of me, mom and dad. I closed my eyes tight shut, letting some tears run down my cheeks and then let out some jagged breathing. I opened my eyes once again and saw my dad's old happy face.
"I'm going to find out who did this to you" I whispered to the photo "Even if it kills me."
It seems like yesterday, that my world fell from the sky
It seems like yesterday, I didn't know how hard I could cry
It feels like tomorrow I may not get by
But I will try
I will try,
Wipe the tears from my eyes
I'm beautifully broken and I don't mind if you know it
I'm beautifully broken and I don't care if I show it.