I Want To Look At The Truth (best blog post this six weeks)

"You can't tell her that." Someone growled under their breath, it was someone I recognized, but I'm not sure who they were. It was a deep voice, I know I should know who the person was. I wracked my brain, but I didn't remember. I was only four. I was suppose to have a good memory, I remembered most things well enough; but I couldn't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday morning; and I don't remember what I ate for dinner that night. (italics and bold mean it is her memory)What I do remember is my friend Kayla got a phone call and looked very white, and then told me we could watch a movie before bed. We watched my favorite movie of all time, and then she told me to go to sleep, but I stayed up, and she didn't leave as soon as she thought I was asleep like usual. Which was weird, because that never happened.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember that Kayla was still there, which would be fun but strange. So when I woke up I asked her "Kayla, why aren't my mom and daddy home from their date?" They said they were going to something that started with a c, but I forgot, so I just called it a date.
She sighed and then said "They haven't gotten home yet." She made it sound like they would never get home, but, they said they would never leave me, that if I waited for them they would find me, so I knew that they would come home. If Kayla was staying then it would be okay, because we always did something fun. But when we were sitting, and playing...I forget what game it was, but when I heard loud sirens go off outside I knocked over all the pieces, and Kayla only got up, and told me to stay by her. There were lots of police cars, I know they're police cars because Kayla told me once, and another car, it was a really pretty silvery color, and was much bigger than the police cars, although it wasn't a truck. I didn't remember the car, but I knew I should remember the man who walked out. He was someone important, someone my parents both knew, he always came over, why couldn't I remember his name?
I was interrupted from remembering when I heard another shout "You won't tell her lies!" It was the man whose name I couldn't remember. There was an answering shout, but I didn't hear it, I was back in my memories.
Police men got out, and everybody went into the kitchen. That's where I was now, standing outside the kitchen, listening, while Kayla let me. Which was odd, and the man who I couldn't see. I couldn't hear though, not in the clear way.
I tried to remember who the man was, but my  memory was hazy, his name was something like...Miri, Manr, Mysten, that sounded odd and wrong, but I think that's what it was. That's what it was, I think.
He was a friend of my parent's, but he was something to me too, my parents told me once, but it was when I was little, I don't remember. I remember what he looked like, he had longer than my dad's brown hair, and yellow eyes, and he lived in a community, a tight community my mother always said something along those lines. Kayla was part of it too, but my parents were not.
Something, something that my mother always felt bad about, and my father never lingered on. At least that's what I understood.
I heard another shout "There's only half a chance!"
"So what would you have me do?! Abandon my responsibility?! It was so important to them!" Mysten, I think that's his name, I'm almost sure, shouted back.
Only half a chance of what?
I heard loud stomps, and finally entered the room, Kayla was standing there, red in the face, with an anger I had never quite seen, and the man was there, he had slightly long brown hair, with green eyes, and he was pacing.
Kayla turned to me, and looked at him, it seemed as if there was something going on, something I couldn't catch, something I could see, but couldn't hear.
She put me up on one of the chairs and asked "Sorry we've been ignoring you. Things are a little crazy. I could tell you the story, or I could answer your questions. What do you want to know?"
I already knew, I wanted what everybody wanted, what people search for the entire lives, but never get, but I didn't know that then. So I asked the only thing I knew how to ask for "Tell me the truth."