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He cried 2

He cried 2

Chapter 2

Author: Banana
“Hey, Gem, did you miss me?” 

Nathan had such a gentle smile on his face that I knew it had to be Gemma without looking at the caller ID. 

He used to be the brother who loved me more than anything and would give me the whole world if he could. But now, all his attention was on that manipulative orphan he’d taken in. 

“Hang on, Gem. I’ll come home as soon as I wrap things up here… Got it. I promise I’ll take care of myself,” he rambled on. 

Whatever Gemma said next darkened his expression, and his voice turned cold. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Rosanne admits she stole your thesis. If she won’t own up to it, I’ll beat it out of her. 

“There, there. Don’t be upset now. Stay home until I get back. Things aren’t safe outside right now, and if you ever have to go out, let me know, alright?” 

A hollow, bitter laugh escaped me as I listened to Nathan’s soft reassurances. He was my biological brother, yet he’d never believed a word I said and trusted some outsider he’d picked off the street. 

Gemma had plagiarized my thesis, but why wouldn’t Nathan believe me? 

“Oh, and you have to come on Sunday night, Nathan. I have a surprise for you.” Her sickly-sweet voice rang through the phone. 

I could feel the alarm go off in my chest and desperately shook his arm. My voice sounded full of panic as I screamed, “No! Don’t go, Nathan! Gemma… she’s a lunatic!” 

But Nathan could never feel my existence. He smiled at the phone with that same affection in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I promise to finish up here as soon as I can and come home to you.” 

When he ended the call, he noticed Lawrence still frowning and laughed. 

“Fine, Lawrence. I’ll check the victim again and see if there are new clues. Don’t worry about it.” 

Lawrence reached for him and said, “Wait a minute. I tried calling Rosie, but she didn’t pick up. You try calling her. She’ll answer if it’s you.” 

Nathan waved him off. “I don’t have time to find out where she is. I’m busy.” 

Seeing how adamant he was, Lawrence sighed in defeat. 

After returning to the autopsy room, Nathan shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself before putting on his gloves. Then, he leaned in to examine my body. 

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and he grabbed my wrist. 

My heart leapt. Was this it? Had he finally realized it was me? 

On the inside of my wrist was a faint crescent-shaped scar. It was a mark from the time we got lost in the hills as kids. 

I’d scraped my wrist on a branch, and he’d nearly cried in distress. After wrapping my wound with a hankie, he’d carried me all the way home on his back. 

That scar had faded over the years, but to me, it still held a significant memory. I was sure that he’d recognize me if he saw it. 

Just then, his phone rang with a call from Aunt Lorraine. “Nathan, is Rosie with you? I’ve been trying to call and text her, but she won’t answer any of it.” 

Aunt Lorraine was the only family member who still cared about me after our parents died. Thinking of her made my heart ache. 

Nathan was instantly annoyed. “Just let her be, Aunt Lorraine. She’s been acting more defiant and disrespectful by the day.” 

“What happened between the two of you again?” Aunt Lorraine tried to talk some sense into him. “Come on, she worries about your bad stomach and trained as a nutritionist just to learn and cook for you. Gemma is an outsider, no matter what—” 

“Don’t even try to compare them, Aunt Lorraine. Rosanne’s nothing but trouble and always lies. And now, she’s pulling this stunt and probably hiding somewhere. I’m not falling for it,” Nathan said in disdain, cutting her off. 

“I’m busy, Aunt Lorraine. Let’s talk later.” 

With that, he hung up before she could answer. 

Perhaps hearing my name again annoyed him because he barely glanced at the scar on my wrist before ripping off his gloves in frustration. 

Just like that, he missed his chance to identify my body. 

Suddenly, loud noises erupted in the hall. 

He stepped outside and saw a high-schooler, his eyes red and puffy from crying. 

“Please help me find my sister. She’s missing…” the teen said, breaking down. 

Nathan’s expression grew solemn. “Calm down, kid. Tell me exactly what happened.” 

The teen choked back tears as he said, “My sister’s 21. She’s been working out of town, but I haven’t heard from her in days. 

“She’s all I have left. I’m begging you… You have to find her!” 

The more he spoke, the more frantic and desperate he grew. I could feel my heart twist with a bitter ache. 

His sister had been gone two days, and he was frantic with worry. 

Meanwhile, I’d been missing for four days, and Nathan was convinced I was just playing games. 

I closed my eyes, only to realize my tears had run dry. 

Nathan, my older brother who used to love me more than anything, was gone.

He cried

He cried

Status: Ongoing
Summary & Review: He cried

After her tragic death, Rosie Slade’s soul didn’t fade away like it should have. Instead, she lingered in the mortal world, bound by the haunting sight of her own lifeless remains being discovered from dumpsters and riverbanks. Her body’s gruesome state sent shockwaves through the city, causing panic and fear. The brutality of her murder drew immense public attention, forcing the authorities to bring in a top detective to lead the case — her estranged brother, Nathan Slade.

Watching Nathan arrive at the crime scene made Rosie’s spirit ache with guilt. Even in death, she was still causing him trouble, just like he had always accused her of. As Nathan examined her mutilated corpse — unaware that the victim was his own sister — Rosie could see the frown of determination etched on his face. His once-gentle eyes were now hardened, shaped by years of bitterness and resentment.

The investigation began under grim circumstances. Harlan Graves, a weary member of the forensic team, reported that the victim was a young woman in her early twenties, dead for at least forty-eight hours. Her body had been brutally dismembered; her limbs had been severed while she was still alive to prevent her from fighting back. The sheer savagery of the act left everyone speechless. The silence that followed was heavy with grief and disbelief, broken only by murmurs of sympathy and outrage.

“Monster,” one of the officers muttered under his breath, while another said softly, “Poor child, god knows what she must’ve gone through.”

Nathan’s rage erupted. He slammed his hand on the table and vowed fiercely, “I’ll find out who did this and make sure they pay!”

Standing beside him was Lawrence Finch — Nathan’s mentor and their late father’s old friend. Lawrence had practically raised the Slade siblings after their parents died. He’d taught Nathan everything about detective work — from tracking clues to reading a criminal’s mind. Hearing Nathan’s fury, Lawrence placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but his tone was tinged with regret as he said quietly, “You’ve got your hands full, son. You’ll probably have to miss Rosie’s graduation.”

At the mention of her name, Nathan’s expression darkened instantly. His voice turned cold and distant as he snapped, “Don’t bring her up. She’s nothing but bad luck. There’s no way I’m going to her graduation. I’m going to Gemma’s.”

Those words pierced Rosie’s lingering soul like a dagger. Even now, Nathan wanted nothing to do with her. After their parents’ tragic deaths, he had turned his pain into anger — directed entirely at her. He blamed Rosie for everything that went wrong. He said she was the reason their parents were gone. Eventually, he threw her out of the house, cutting all ties and declaring that she was no longer his sister.

Not long after, Nathan had rescued a young woman named Gemma Carter during a case. She was an orphan, and Nathan — perhaps out of guilt or loneliness — decided to take her in as his new sister. From that day on, Gemma became his “family,” and Rosie became nothing more than an unwanted shadow of the past.

Rosie had still tried to mend things. Even though he hated her, she continued to bring him lunch every day — rain or shine — hoping one day he’d forgive her. But he never did. When she died, she knew Nathan wouldn’t mourn her. If anything, he’d probably be relieved.

Back at the crime scene, Lawrence, deeply disappointed by Nathan’s harsh words, punched him lightly in the chest and said sternly, “How could you say that? Rosie’s a thoughtful kid. She’s been bringing you lunch every day without fail, quietly, without expecting anything in return. She was worried you wouldn’t like her. Open your eyes, you ungrateful brat.”

But Nathan only scoffed in disbelief. “Like I care. Anyway, let’s stop talking about her, Lawrence. We’ve got real work to do. Any missing persons reports?”

His assistant, Orson Marsh, flipped through his notes and replied, “No, nothing in the last two days from this area.”

Nathan frowned deeply. “Seriously? The woman’s been missing for days, and no one noticed? What kind of irresponsible family is that?”

Rosie’s spirit trembled as she heard those words. The irony was unbearable — he was talking about her, yet he didn’t even realize it. She had been missing for days, but no one had filed a report because she had no one left to care.

As the team wrapped up the initial scene, Nathan and the others headed out for lunch. Lawrence, however, was lost in thought. Something felt off. After a moment, he asked, “Why hasn’t Rosie brought you lunch these days?”

Nathan replied dismissively, “She probably couldn’t keep up the act anymore. Figures.” He laughed bitterly, unaware of how cruel his words were.

Lawrence’s anger flared again. “No way. That girl’s come rain or shine for years without missing a single day. Something must’ve happened. You should call her.”

Nathan sighed in annoyance. “Don’t bother, Lawrence. This is just another one of her games. She called me the other day, probably to complain or something. I told her to come to Gemma’s graduation, and she refused. Guess she’s sulking now.”

Lawrence was about to argue further when Nathan’s phone rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, his entire demeanor changed. His scowl softened, and his voice turned gentle as he answered. Rosie already knew who it was — Gemma Carter, the sister Nathan chose over her.

Standing there, unseen and unheard, Rosie’s heart ached. Even in death, she remained the ghost in her brother’s shadow — invisible, unwanted, and unloved. But now, as she looked at the blood-soaked remains of her body and the brother investigating her death, a dark resolve began to form within her fading spirit.

If Nathan couldn’t see the truth in life, perhaps he would see it in death.

She would make sure of it.

The story closes on a chilling note, blending tragedy, betrayal, and poetic irony. Rosie, the murdered girl no one noticed missing, watches her brother — the man who despised her — unknowingly seek justice for her. As the investigation unfolds, secrets about their family, Rosie’s disappearance, and Nathan’s misplaced hatred are bound to surface. But for now, only Rosie knows the cruelest truth of all — that the “victim” he’s hunting is the sister he already buried in his heart long ago.

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