Ride

15: POV Brody (Comfort)

I couldn't stand being at that house any longer. I didn't understand, why were there so many people there. Why did everyone hate her and then suddenly care when she disappeared. The fucking bitch Brandi was there, she never cared about Allie, Taleah appeared about an hour ago to offer support and so did her little stupid pink posse. The whole football team came as well. I was grateful my team mates were offering my family support but seriously? It was all so fake. Did they just want to be apart of some state news? Or were they doing it out of their kindness?

Everyone was cooperating with the police, there were people crying, my mom especially. I guess she kind of deserved it, after all those time she treated Allie. Dad was strong but I knew he was hurting inside, afterall Allie and him had been close, she was his little girl. Untill everything turned around and Allie became so distant, until she was such a disappointment. Reece and Brad were on the net doing everything they can to get a clue about her whereabouts. And Jackson he was listening intently on the police's calls and information. Me? I grabbed my car keys and drove into the night, to the only place I know I would get any comfort.

I remembered this driveway all too clearly, one left turn here, go straight and another turn to the right and a few more ways down the road and there it is. There was one light on and I knew it was her room, her grandparents would already be asleep. It was late. I parked the car and turned the ignition off. I sat there for a while longer before taking a deep breath. My head leaned onto the steering wheel and I turned to look at the little house. The memories I've had in there, with her. All those times we laughed and just enjoyed each other's company. With all the guts I could muster I got out of the car and quietly shut my car door before walking down the little path to the front door. I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots a little and finally knocked on the wooden door. 

I looked around the dainty neighborhood, there was no answer, and for a second I wanted to leave. I had already turned my back to the door when I heard a muffled voice from the other side asking who was there. I opened and closed my mouth, would she open it if she knew it was me? I guess I'd have to take my chances, I was about to reply when the lock turned and the door opened. 

There she stood in all her beautiful glory, her dirty blonde hair falling in curls to her waist, her glasses perched on her button nose, her lips as full as I remembered them and her eyes, damn her fucking eyes. As blue as the bluest ocean in the world. 

"Brody? Wh-what are you doing here?" Her voice came out. She was in a large Mickey mouse sweater, it reached down to the middle of her thighs, she was gorgeous but she was looking at me with an unsure frown.

"Shayze, I-"

"You don't get to call me that Br-" I cut her off before she could say anything else.

"Shaye, please, please just listen to me. I don't know what to do, I-" My voice broke. I couldn't say anything else, I felt like a little girl and small tears began to pour out of my eyes. I clasped my hand over my mouth to avoid making some horrible sobbing noise. And that was when I felt her arms around me, she was cooing at me, trying to make me stop my trembling. Her hand ran through my hair and started to comfort me.

"Shaye I just need you right now please- I-" She hushed me and gave me a peck on my forehead.

"I know, it's your sister isn't it?" She pulled back and looked at me in the eyes, I gave a little nod. "Don't worry Brod, everyone's looking for her. She'll be back before you know it, I bet it's those amazing cupcakes she makes that you're missing?" Shaye gave me a gentle smile and half-heartedly I gave another nod.

"I fucked up, I fucked up big time. I should've protected her, like you told me too. I'm such a piece of shit." I cried into her sweater as her hands continued their gentle caresses, weaving and entwining my hair.