The Story of Laura

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's about a girl who is forces to run away from all that she was 'Guided' into being in an attempt to preserve what her future may contain, but how many time's will she be forces to run? Charlie finally has the life she desired, she has a fiancé, friends, a job, and maybe it can stay this way. Sadly her dreams of remaining Charlie don't last as long as she hopes.

Submitted: June 26, 2013

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Submitted: June 26, 2013



The Story of Laura

5:56 P.M.

“Hey Babe.” Daniel states as he walks through the front door of our studio apartment.

I walk to the sink and turn the warm water on as I start to wash the fresh vegetables for dinner. He walks up to the island and sits down across from me. I watch through my blonde side bangs as he grabs a carrot and starts to eat it. My head tilts to the side as an attempt to move my bangs from my field of vision.

“How was school?” I ask as I start to chop the peppers for the casserole.

He starts to pull out his laptop from his bag. Some legal documents look like they are pressed in between the two halves of the computer. Part of me wants to look at them, but that’s illegal. These papers are given to the law students with the expectations that they will keep them private from the public eye, which is what I am.

“Good… We actually had a research paper assigned today.”

“Ha, you make that sound like a good thing.” I state.

“It is, I am excited to do it, because what we have to do it pick an unsolved case and study it. And I picked the one about Laura Geminin.”

I stop as a surge of fear races through my body like cold shards of glass. He starts for another carrot then stops.

“Umm… Yea. I not quite sure if I heard you. Which case did you pick?”

“The Laura Geminin case.”

Shit! He can’t research that. Why did he have to choose that one? I’ll have to think of a way to make him change? He continues to grab the small orange vegetable.

“What case is that?” I ask as if I don’t know.

“The Laura Geminin case? You’re kidding?”

His brown eyes gaze up at me. I place my poker face on and try to act lost.

“The abduction case… fifteen years ago? I don’t understand how you have never heard of this case before.”

Here’s my chance to make him change his topic, just remember basic Psychology.

“Well I haven’t.” I go back to the raw food on the counter.

“So why do you want to do a case that is unknown. That just seems as though it would be boring. Don’t you want to do a famous case, one that has gotten a lot of attention, that way the paper with be more interesting. Plus I bet that you will be able to find out more information on it to.” I try to sound casual without being cruel are mean for attacking his idea.

The idea isn’t a bad one; it’s just that I can’t have him do it.

“But the case is known. In fact it is beyond famous. Everyone has heard of this case. I mean the world is just dying to figure out what happened to this girl. They all know about the abduction, they-“

“I didn’t know.” I state as I interrupt him mid-sentence.

He sounds actually really excited about this concept. It makes me regret having to tear him down, but what other choice do I have. His face falls as he starts to lift open his laptop.

“Are you sure that you haven’t heard about it?” He asks suspiciously.

“I’m sure” I answer a little too quickly and forcefully.

He starts typing on his computer. As I continue to chop.

“Here let me show you a picture or something, it might jog your memory.”

Why is he so persistent about this? Wait- what does he plan on showing me?

“What are you doing?” I ask nervously.

I place the knife down and walk around the island over to him.

“I’m going onto this web site that my professor gave me. It has all of the children who have gone missing over the last 30 years.”

What? Shit. As I get to him some pictures start to pop up, along with their names, ages, and the location where they went missing underneath them. No, no, no. I quickly slide in front of him, and place my body in front of the screen.

“Whoa, Charlie. What are you doing?”

As he starts to move, I move with him in order to block the screen. My mind tells me to change the subject, otherwise he will find out. I start to laugh a little. And place a fake smile on my face.

“You know what; I think that I have heard of that case. So you don’t need to look it up for me.”

My hand slides back at it start to close the computer.

“See, I told you that you knew about it. Do you remember now?”

I force myself to nod even though I don’t want to.

“Yea. About the little girl in Seattle. She was kidnapped at age four as her father was dropping her off at day care. And-“

“Yes. I remember. So you don’t have to tell me Daniel.”

I don’t really want to go over this. As I take a deep breath he gets up and starts for the couch. Wow. That was the closest that I have ever come. Let’s not have that happen again. I shake my head as the blonde curls fly in front of my face. Daniel lies down on the couch as I start back around the island towards the food.

As I finish chopping I place the vegetables into the glass dish. The oven beeper goes off telling me that it’s preheated. Once the casseroles inside I start to clean up the counter.

“Did you know that some even think that the kidnapping was staged?” Daniel mentions as I turn the water on.

“What?” I ask without thinking.

He gets up and starts towards me.

“The kidnapping… Some say that it was staged. That the dad actually had the abduction faked so that he didn’t have to take care of her anymore.”

Believe me Daniel I know the stories. I continue to wipe down the counter as if I don’t care.

“Yea, some say that after the mother died, he just couldn’t handle being a father anymore. So he had the girl abducted.” He continues.

I scrub the tiles more fiercely. He is starting to irritate me. I can’t let this get to me. I need to just ignore it, but I can’t.

“I don’t know if I believe the stories though. That seems just so horrible. How could a father arrange for his daughter to be abducted? That concept just don’t seem real to me. It’s too immoral. No one is that cruel.”

He walks closer to me as I start to reach my boiling point. He is pissing me off. Why is he so fascinated with this?

“I mean yeah people are cruel, but to traumatize your own daughter like that, it’s as if he didn’t have a heart.”

“Damn it Daniel! Shut the hell up. I get it, you’re interested in this damn abduction, but you know what… I’m not.”

He freezes as I glare at him. He doesn’t understand why I am so angry. My green eyes stair coldly into his. His mouth finally remains closed as I go back to cleaning the counter.

“Wow. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to anger you or whatever that I did. I was just talking. I find this case interesting, so I thought that I would just share that with you.” He states coldly.

He turns back around and heads for the couch again.  Screw this! I throw the washcloth down into the sink and walk around the island, through the living room, and into the bedroom. I slam the door behind me. As I lock the door I start to chastise myself.

Crap, I really shouldn’t have done that. I need to be stronger. Remember what Liam taught me. Forget the past, because if you get emotional from it then you will get caught. Just forget about Laura because she is gone. She has been gone since Annabelle.

I walk over to the vanity mirror. The damage isn’t too bad. Maybe I can just pass it off as PMS symptoms. As I stare into the mirror I try as hard as I can to recognize the girl in front me. Her shoulder length thinned out bleach blonde hair. Her navy long sleeve shirt that feels almost like a belly shirt. I pull down the seams in an attempt to cover my belly.  It’s weird how everything inside me feels wrong, but yet as Charlie… I have never felt more free. Free to be me. I don’t get it, but I think that I like it.

I walk over to the bed and lie down. This is one arrangement that I don’t want to ever lose. I actually feel safe here. And I have people around me that I love, and they love me back. Granted I have always been around people who care for me, but this is the first time were I have felt the same back with the same or more power behind it. I mean I have Daniel, Luke, Angie, Carla, and Derek. I don’t know what I would do without them. They took me in when all hell broke loose a year ago. They didn’t even know me and yet they still tried to help me. I would actually probably be dead without Daniel. I mean he gave me a place to stay, and he set me up with the job at the bar, and now we are engaged. I can’t believe it. I am getting married. I am only nineteen, and he is only twenty-one. It’s so strange to think about, he saved my life. Well… I might not have actually died, but I doubt that my life would be as happy as it is now. Can it stay this way though? Is it safe to settle down? I love Daniel whole- heartedly but I don’t want to put him in danger or hurt him. I don’t know. What if I have to leave again, I don’t see how I would have to, but I didn’t think that I would have to leave last time either.

Thinks will be fine; I need to stop over thinking things. I close my eyes and start to relax. Maybe I should go back out and talk to him; I don’t really want to deal with it at the moment right now. Maybe later on tonight we can talk, after I go to work. I should actually start getting ready for work.

10:35 P.M.

As I walk down to the other side of the bar I notice Daniel, he is walking towards me. I smile at him, but he doesn’t smile back. He seems angry.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as he finally gets through the loud and crowded group in front of the bar.

“We need to talk!” He states fiercely.

Oh, well that doesn’t sound good. What’s going on?

“Alright, well my brake is in about 20 minutes.” I state cautiously.

He leans over the bar to make sure that I can hear what he is going to say.

“No... Now!”He states simply and yet fear starts to course through my veins.

I take a deep breath; I notice a look of disgust in his eyes. What’s up with him? I walk over to Carla. He follows me on the other side of the bar. I whisper to her that I am going on my brake. She looks at the clock, then see’s Daniel. His expression tells her everything that she needs to know as I walk behind her and exit from behind the bar.

As we get outside I start to feel the tension that Daniel is radiating. He is pissed, but why?


He drags me into the parking lot. Where is he taking me? He seems a little forceful. I start to feel the cool night air. It causes me to shiver a little.

“Daniel!” I repeat louder.

He stops as I refuse to walk any further. He turns to me. Shit, he really is pissed.

“What’s your name?” He asks me.

What? Why would he want to know that?

“What do you mean?” I ask softly.

He takes an exasperated breath.

“It’s simple, what is your name?” He repeats but with more irritation.

I remain mute as I try to figure out what he is getting at.

“Don’t you understand? This is when you say that your name is Charlie, unless however that isn’t your real name.”

Crap! Does he know? How could he? No, he can’t know. This would be a stupid fight to create though. I remain frozen as his eyes stare into mine. Remaining mute seems to piss him off more though.

“What, no response at all?” He raises his hands to gesticulate.

I take a deep breath and look down at the concrete parking lot.

“Damn it! Charlie answers me.” He commands.

Now he is yelling at me.

“What is it that you want me to say?” My tone remains soft.

Am I going to have to leave again? I really don’t want to. Where would I go? Where could I go?

“Say that it isn’t true. That it’s wrong.”

“That what’s not true.” I ask exasperatedly.

He takes a deep breath and grabs a piece of paper out of his back pocket. He unfolds and hands it to me. It’s too dark to see it though, so I turn and walk towards the street light.

Shit! I stop breathing as I gaze at the brunette on the paper. It’s a missing poster that I assume that he got off of that website. She has green eyes. My eyes. She is wearing a yellow frilly dress. My Dress. Underneath the picture there is a box full of information.

Missing: Miss Annabelle Stow, born April 30th, 1995. Would now be 18. She has Green eyed, Long Brunette hair. Last scene in Checotah, Oklahoma on April 29th, 2013. If scene contact authorities immediately.

As I close my eyes I realize that this is it. He knows and now I will have to leave again. Maybe it won’t be that bad. I don’t want to leave though. Why did this have to be my life? Why did Samuel have to start all of this? He is to blame! The urge to cry becomes too apparent to suppress.

“Charlie, Say something.” He speaks quietly.

I shake my head no as I open my eyes. The tears start to pool.

“I can’t.” I state simple as tears start to run down my cheek.

As I turn back towards Daniel I refold the paper and give it to him. I don’t want to have this conversation even though I know that it is unavoidable. Why? That’s all that I want to know? Why did he have to see this?

“So it’s true?” He states. I can hear the betrayal in his words.

“Yea. It’s true.”

Remember, I can’t get emotional. He however can get emotional. He runs his hands through his brown short hair. He’s getting angry again, and he should. He has the right to be angry with me. I lied to him. He turns around and starts to pace back and forth in the parking lot. He

“So you lied to me? This whole thing has been a lie. All from the start.” He yells at me.

I nod as the tears continue subtly. Stop crying! I lecture myself.


Why? Why do you think? I have been asking myself that say question for the past 15 years.

“You might want to be more specific.” It’s amazing that I can keep my tone so casual. It’s as if I’m heartless. Although maybe I am.

“Alright. Why are you claimed as missing? And why did you lie.”

I’m missing because I made a mistake. I forgot what Liam had taught me. I was supposed to make it look as though I ran away, but if I had stayed then I would have gotten killed like he did. I didn’t have a choice; I had to grab the safety bag and leave. How can I explain that though? There’s no way to say it that would make him understand. Besides I don’t want to drag him into my screwed up world. He doesn’t need that. I needed to lie in order to stay alive and to keep those around me safe as well. If it was out that Annabelle was alive, then it’s a pretty good bet that she wouldn’t have stayed that way.

“I didn’t have a choice.” I state, but my tears are starting to get to me. I ignore them. If I get emotional then I won’t survive. Just remember what Liam taught me.

“What do you mean that you didn’t have a choice?” He asks viciously.

I can’t talk about this. It’s the number one rule from Liam.

“Exactly that. And don’t ask me to explain because I can’t.”

A cool breeze slams against me and causes the hair on my arms to prickle under neither my sleeves. I need to leave. I can’t stay here, because the more that I do, the more prone I will be to telling Daniel everything. And I can’t do that. I need to keep my secrets. I really don’t want to, but what other options do I have.

“What do you mean?” He repeats only quieter as if he is finally getting at the fact that this wasn’t my choice and that there is more going on than he knows.

As I look around, I see the deserted town that is covered by the shadows of the night. I need to leave. If this gets out, then I won’t be the only one in trouble. I turn and start to walk away from him. I start walking down the street away from the bar as well. Just leave, that’s what I need to. Go and don’t come back. It’s my only chance, even if it tears me apart in the process. Somehow I have always survived before.

“Charlie? Where are you going?” He seems confused.

As I glance back I see the pain in his eyes. He doesn’t understand, but he also know that I won’t tell him either. I have been lying to him the entire time that he has known me, and he feels betrayed. Which he should, but I never meant to hurt him. I love him. He is the only one who I have felt this way for. As I continue to walk away the tears start to stream full force.

I can’t believe it, I have to leave again. I can’t do this again. As I continue into the dark I realize just how much of my past is a burden. I was taught to ignore it, but all that does is hurt me more. Maybe I won’t survive again. Maybe I can’t. How many more times will I need to start over?

11:21 P.M.

I can’t believe that I am doing this. I need to, but it doesn’t mean that I want to. As I walk through the apartment for the last time, with my backpack on my shoulders I go over to the desk and grab a sheet a paper and a pen.

Dear Daniel,

I’m so sorry for what I have done. I never meant to lie to you, but I didn’t have the option. If I hurt you then I am truly sorry. When I met you a year ago, I never imagined that we would become as close as we did. I never imagined that I would stay here in St. Louise. I never imagined that I would like it here so much. Between the town and the people in it. I fell in love with all of it, I fell in love with you. And you have absolutely no idea how much it is going to hurt me to leave, but I have no choice in the matter. It’s going to tear my heart apart to leave you. If I stay then I will risk your safety though. That’s why I had to leave Oklahoma before. I know that I originally told you that I was from Boston, but maybe know I can finally actually go to Boston and it won’t be a total lie. I am getting so sick of leaving though. Part of me just wishes to back all the way to the beginning and confess it all. That way I can finally be who I truly am and I would be able to forget all of these fake personalities. I know that you probably think that you know nothing about me, but that is actually not true. I have realizes that Charlie is who I truly am. Wither you believe this or not. I just hope you know that none of this was your fault, it wasn’t even my fault it was my fathers, it was Samuels fault. And I hope you luck for your paper, because it’s true. Laura’s abduction was stages even if you don’t want to believe it. I don’t even want to believe it, but it’s where my story started. And now you can hands on knowledge at where it is probably going to end. Because now that I think about it, I don’t want to do this anymore. And I won’t. So I am leaving, for good. Maybe I will go all the way back to the beginning, and I wish you good luck with whatever you do after this, because I will no longer be there with you.

I Love you so much!

-Charlie or Annabelle or Laura.

I place the note as well as my engagement ring on top of the island and head for the door. Tears start back up again, but I suppress them. As I walk out I take one last glance at the apartment. The tears fight back up to the surface as I turn back around and walk out the door.

7:43 A.M. Two days later.

Wow. I am really doing this, I can’t believe it. My stomach start to turn as Liam’s rules echo in my mind. I am doing the one thing that I was always told never to do. As I walk down the long hallway towards the double doors, a set of dog tags slam against my chest. I haven’t worn these in 15 years. My hands rise as I grasp them tightly. My fingers run over the engravings. The last items that I have of my mother’s before she died. Before my father gave me up. And now they are all that I have from my past. The only true key to who I am. As I finally reach the doors, I open them and walk through.

In front of me are dozens of men and women in blue uniforms wearing badges. A woman with short auburn hair stops in front of me.

“May I help you?” She asks kindly.

“Yea, actually you can.” I state as my voice weavers.

As I start to second guess my decision I realize that I need to do this. This is the only way that I am going to be able to actually live my life the way that I want to. This is my only chance at freedom.

“Alright, what’s your name?”

I take a long breath. My eyes scan the room, but once they reach her again I know that I am ready for this.

“My name is Laura Geminin.”

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