I'm terrible at writing terrible things. You'll see. Sorry in advance.
Melissa's POV
I pull up onto the gravel driveway of Uncle Wayne's country house and turn the blaring music from my speakers down.
I glance at my phone that's been on silent for the entire trip. It's lit up again and dad's number is flashing across the screen. It goes to voicemail and joins the other fifty two missed calls from him and Jaidyn.
I concentrate on the bumpy road and take the roundabout slowly. I stop the car, parking it right near the massive stone steps that lead to my dad's best friends house.
It's been years since I've been here. Dad use to bring Jaidyn and I up to spend some of our summertime with Uncle Wayne and Aunty Bec. But they moved to London a few years back, and I haven't been here since.
But I know where Uncle Wayne use to leave the key when they weren't staying here. I'm certain he would have left it out, because he'd have cleaners coming in regularly.
Dad and Wayne have known each other since they were young teenagers. Uncle Wayne's not my uncle by blood, but he and dad have always been like brothers and so I grew up with him as an avuncular figure.
I slam my car door shut harder than I intend to and wince. "Sorry, baby," I mutter to her and tap her roof. She did well on the road trip up; I didn't prep her for the long three hour drive and yet she kept up. "Good girl,"
I grab my handbag from the car and lock her up before heading up the stone steps. There's no neighbours for miles and so I don't bother to see if anyone's watching me before picking up the fake rock. I turn it upside down and push the flap forward. I grin when I see the key.
As soon as I enter the house I'm hit with a cannonball of memories. I remember the only time mum was with us, she got extremely pissed at dad for some stupid reason and didn't leave the bedroom.
And when we built the tire swing on a part of their land. Jaidyn won the coin toss and was lucky enough to ride it first. It collapsed the first time we ever used it. Jay had to go to the hospital because he broke his arm. When his arm finally healed, dad and Wayne rebuilt it and refused to let Jaidyn and I help. One good thing was that Jay let me go first that time.
I shake my head, forcing myself to stop reminiscing. Every memory I have involves Jaidyn somehow, and not just here, but everywhere. What the hell am I going to do?
I place my handbag on the counter and rummage through my bag, praying that my portable charger is in here. I search every inch of my bag, but come up empty handed. I don't have it. I groan in frustration.
First things first, I have to ring dad and speak to him. If I don't, he'll go crazy with stress. And I have to ring him before my phone dies.
I sigh and dial his number. He answers on the first ring.
"Melissa Mckenzie Maddocks," He snaps loudly. "Where are you?"
"Dad I'm sorry," I say quickly. "I just needed to get away. Where are you?"
"Me?" He scoffs. "What do you mean where am I? Where the hell are you?"
"I'm okay, dad," I sigh and prop myself up onto the kitchen island bench. "I want to know if you're with him before I tell you where I am,"
"I'm not," He snaps. "He's out looking everywhere for you, Mel! What happened?"
"What, he hasn't told you?" I snort disbelievingly.
"No," He says. "He hasn't stopped moving long enough for me to string a few words from him, let alone sentences,"
"I told him, dad," I sob into the phone, my tears coming from nowhere. "God, dad, how could I be so stupid?"
