Chapter 150
“Max, you were supposed to be sleeping,” my mother starts. and my father peers over at them and my mother picks up coming over to my father with Max perched on her hip.
“Anyway as I was saying Soren, you’ll find her. I will also spread word about her missing, she has been all over the news, she has nowhere to hide.”
“I’m not worried about her hiding, I… I can’t explain it.” I tell him. It’s just this knowing I have. I know Bree, she would have replied by now, she would have called. Even if it was just to check on Max.
As much as I want to believe my father’s words, the knot in my stomach only tightens.
“We know you care about her, Sweetheart. But sometimes people need space,” my mother adds.
I shake my head, frustration bubbling up inside me. They don‘ t get it. They don’t know Bree like I do. My mind races with possibilities, each one worse than the last. What if she’s hurt? What if something happened to her father? What if…
The sound of Max’s humming cuts through my spiraling thoughts as he hums along to the TV in the background when the tune playing from the ad stops abruptly cutting to some news article.
“Try to get him back to bed, we’ll call if we hear anything. He should be asleep.“. But I can’t shake the feeling that
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something is terribly wrong.
“Hey I know him,” Max says pointing at the TV. My mother glances over and I see the news anchor, who is on for late night news every night.
“Hmm, yes sweetie,” My mother answers. “We should get your to bed.”
“But Grandma, I saw the blood sucker, he..” his words trail off his brows creasing and my father shakes his head.
“Poor boy, I hope he doesn’t have night terrors.” My father
mutters.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed, you can steal Pop’s side,” my mother tells Max and my father’s lips part. He huffs. “I happen to like my spleen, your mother clearly does not, call us if you need us,” my father grumbles, and I an still hear Max talking about some blood sucker as he calls the news anchor from the TV, but he has his wires crossed because that man is werewolf I’ve seen his face on the news and even at the council. My father bids goodbye, hanging up the phone. My mother cuts him a glare over her shoulder.
“Pull over,” I tell Damian and he does, stopping on the grass alongside the highway. I shove open my door, pocketing my phone. “I need some air,” I announce, climbing out. The moment I dfo the wind is whipping at my face, and we are surrounded by utter darkness. The tree in the distance creaking from the wind as their branches twist and bend, the grass laying flat and springing back with each gust.
The cool night air is a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere inside the car and the annoyance radiating off of Damian, he reckons I am wasting my time, yet time will never
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be enough when it comes to Bree, she is my time, the the time. worth tracking without her it pointless, I am pointless, she taught me to love again when I thought I would append the rest of my life hollow, she filled the cracks I thought were bottomless.
Damian stops the engine and climbs out, pulling a pack of smokes from his pocket. “Soren!” he calls out across the roof of the car. I glance at him biting back a growl worried he will add his two cents worth on this situation but he only holds up his packet of smokes. I nod once and he tosses me the packet. I hardly smoke but I could damn well use one right now. I catch the packet and he tosses me the lighter.
“Maybe she’s busy running?” my brother suggests, his voice carrying over the wind that has picked up marginally. “You know how she gets when she’s stressed.”
“No. She wouldn’t leave me hanging like this without a reason. By now, she would’ve calmed down enough to take my calls. She would have checked on Max by now.”
