Ride

9: POV Bradley (Unbelievable Truths)

"What are we going to do! She needs her pills!" I repeated. The policeman then stood up and told me to come with him outside. Jackson finally composed himself, rubbed his face with his hands and stood up. 

"I'm coming, I need to hear this." Like a domino effect both Brody and Reece stood up as well. A policewoman took over investigating the house and asking Mr. and Mrs. Carson more questions. Everyone else were busy trying to listen in and getting information on Bam Bam's run from home. Once we were settled standing outside by the main door, the policeman began asking us who we were and what we were to Alabama. After I answered all my necessary information, the policeman jotted down the others' as well. I looked up to the sky and made a silent prayer, rubbing the sides of my arms, warming it from the chilly air. 

Please keep her safe God, please bring her home. Let people be kind to her on her journey. Please let her come back home alive and well.

"Alright son, what happened? What are these pills? Why haven't her parents mentioned them?" All eyes were on me now. I pinched the bridge of my nose and looked up, preventing the tears from spilling from my eyes. I probably looked like a pussy but I couldn't care less right now.

"Th-These are her anti-depressants-" I handed a bottle to the cop and he took them in his hands before reading the label and observing them.

"Anti-Depressants prescribed to Alabama Carson, to be taken twice a day, alright, so what happened son?" Once again four sets of eyes were trained on me.

"Alabama suffers from depression and social anxiety. She's been bullied to the point where contact with someone who looks threatening to her can make her convulse and panic. She will literally drop to the floor unconscious or start crying hysterically. It happened two years ago. Her parents didn't know about this because she never told them, she got herself a job at the local diner and participated in events so she would get pay. She-" My voice broke. Jackson put his hand on my shoulder, coaxing me to go on but I shrugged it off. I hated the asshole at the moment.

"She wanted to fix herself. She knew she needed help and her parents never listened to her, they neglected her until she felt that she needed to be independent. Hence Bam Bam taking up jobs since she was in high school. I came with her when she went to a psychologist, and she was diagnosed. I promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone. Fuck, I can't do this anymore- She fucking needs her pills, sir please, it's been 48 hours. You can send out a missing persons request or something right?" The cop finished jotting down whatever he needed before looking up at me with a grimace.

"We have sent a missing person's request, but she doesn't want to be found and that is the problem. You see, we don't know if she has already crossed state borders. She did not bring any devices we can track and she did not leave a trail. The girl planned this out really well. We have sent in people to check her phone and laptop but she had wiped everything clean. No history, nothing." With that the cop put the notebook away and headed back in the house, thanking me for the information. Mrs. Carson was going to be hysterical when she hears about Alabama's diagnosis. I was about to walk away, back into the house when the next thing I knew was I heard and felt my jaw crack. My right hand went up to put my jaw back in palce. But when I straightened myself out my eyes were murderous. The attacker was surprisingly Reece. 

For being a pretty protective brother I was surprised that throughout all those years he did nothing to help Bam Bam, Reece is popular in school. There is no doubt about that, the question was why didn't he help his sister become popular as well? Why didn't he use his popularity to threaten people to stop bullying Bam Bam? 

"What the fuck man?" I yelled, my fists clenching. 

"You're a fucking idiot that's what. You only tell us this now?!" He countered and I scoffed. 

"Like you would have done anything about it if you even knew, face it Reece. Your sister was fucking dying, she was fucking wasting away her days trying to kill herself and you just let people tear her apart," I looked at Brody as well and Jackson. While Jackson looked guilty Brody had his lips pursed and his arms folded against his broad chest. 

"It wasn't like you were any different, HAH, best friend my fucking ass!" This time I punched him back. Reece charged towards me and we began to wrestle, lunging for each others throats as Brody and Jackson tried to pull the both of us apart. Reece was ontop of me throwing punches and I tasted blood as I felt the side of my lip rip.

"At least I fucking tried! Unlike you, a fucking shit brother," With new found energy I turned him over and punched him with all I had giving him a gash on the side of his head. Finally with the help of Xander and a few other guys on the football team we were pulled apart. Mr. Carson came running out, he looked pissed off to the point where there was no calming him down, he stomped over to us and started shouting orders. 

"Everyone except Reece and Bradley get inside the house." When no one started to move he yelled in his deep voice "NOW!" With that the rest of the boys scurried into the house giving glances at us. I rolled my eyes and wiped the blood off my lip with the back of my hand. 

"Are you boys out of your mind? The police are here! You are in your senior year and you junior, do you want to get expelled especially when you are so close to graduating?" Mr. Carson's authorative voice had us keeping our mouths shut. "Answer me when I am talking to you!" 

"No sir" We both said simultaneously.

"Now my daughter is missing and you two are not doing anything to make things better. I have a house filled with people and a hysterical wife so sort out your shit right here, right now before you enter the house again. Don't even think about coming back in if you two don't start apologizing to each other. And clean yourselves up" He scolded before glaring at us a little longer and retreating into the house.