Right Here

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Beth hadn't found Hannah, she never did. Her sister just disappeared into thin air that night at the lodge. All because of that fucking prank.

The prank that Sam, Josh and Chris hadn't been a part of. She blamed the rest of their friends, especially Mike. He led her on, knew Hannah liked him, and never stopped once to think about what could happen.

"Beth…" Beth felt tears running down her cheeks, but didn't stop them. It had only been two months since Hannah ran off, and the search crew found no sign of her twin; the heavy snowfall that night made Hannah's tracks almost instantly vanish.

"… hear me?" She looked up from her hands in her lap, seeing a hand on her knee. Her gaze followed the arm, and she stared face to face with the owner, Chris.

Chris was the only one she spoke with about that night at the lodge at Blackwood Pines. Sam would go on about how sorry she was, and how she tried to find Hannah before the others could, and Josh just hardly spoke to her, and when he did, he never looked at her.

Hannah was his favourite sister, and Beth didn't blame her sibling a single bit for thinking that way.

Chris was Josh's best friend, but Beth ended up liking him somewhere along the way. He treated the twins like sister, Josh and Chris spent most of their time together, and may as well have been brothers.

Beth couldn't even be totally angry when Josh and Chris had burnt and melted her beloved childhood baby doll. She kept it, even if she did end up running up to her dad when she was thirteen and showing the disaster they had caused upon the childhood toy.

"You in there?" Beth blinked, snapping back into reality. How long had she been staring at Chris? He was looking at Beth like she had grown two heads, or something.

"Yeah, sorry," Beth ducked her head, avoiding looking at her face. She remembered where they were, at some small café which wasn't far from where Chris lived; Beth felt like a Frappuccino, and this place was cheaper (and better in her opinion) than any Starbucks.

The owners were sympathetic to her situation, but never made her feel like a burden when she got a free coffee every now and then. They were kind enough to give her a part time job as a waitress, after school and during holidays. She wasn't allowed to work the coffee machine, not since before opening she made the eldest grandson of the owners, the boy was fourteen, nearly sick from the burnt coffee.

"I'll never say I know what you're going through," Chris mumbled, moving his feet to sit up on the seats at the other end if the booth they shared. Beth copied his movement. "But it doesn't mean you can't talk to me if you feel like you need to."

"Of course," Beth poked her straw at the cream sitting on top of her drink. "I wasn't think about Hannah, though." She lied, well, half lied. Hannah was the first person in her thoughts, then Josh, then Chris.

Chris shifted in his seat, resting his arm behind Beth's head and his body twisted to face her. It looked pretty uncomfortable.

"Honestly," she mumbled, taking a short sip of her drink, breathing deep then looking at Chris directly. She liked his eyes, even if the light reflecting from his glasses obstructed the view sometimes. "You."

"Me?"

"You've been my best friend through all of this, Chris. No one has looked out for me like you have." Beth fixed her fringe, sweeping some bits to the side. She hadn't had her hair trimmed since before the trip up to Blackwood Pines.

"But you've got Sam and Josh, and-"

"Sam blames herself constantly whenever I am around her, my parents are now constantly out of the country for work, and shit. And Josh," her voice squeaked, her eyes filling with tears. "He can't even look at me in the face anymore, I'm a reminder of what he lost. His favourite sister."

Chris moved the end of his sleeve to cover his thumb, gently he wiped the tears that now feel from Beth's eyes. She had stained cheeks from when she had been crying before. He'd have to talk with Josh the next time he saw his best friend; Josh couldn't keep ignoring his little sister.

"You've got me." Beth nodded, reaching up to move the hand Chris was wiping her face with flat against the side of her face. His hand was warm, she guessed his face was, too based off his neck and some of his face turning a light shade of pink.

"I know, you're right here." Beth kissed Chris's palm softly, and closed her eyes as she leaned against it. "But to make me feel better, you better apologise to Beccy when you come over."

"Beth, I'm not apologising to that stupid doll your brother and I melted when we were fourteen." Beth's eyes snapped over, glaring at her friend. "But I think Josh and I made her look cooler."

'No,' Beth though, 'You made her look creepier.'

She wasn't worried about that in this moment, she just loved how Chris was someone who truly cared for her when she needed him most.

A.N. Okay, this chapter was originally just going to be about the doll mentioned (inspired by the creepy baby doll in the opening credits and appearing with Chris and Ash in the basement, but then I started to listen to "Right Here" by Ashes Remain, and this happened. See, I'm still not following directly with the game.

Let me know what other pairings, whether they be for one shots or short stories, you want me to do next. Oh, don't be greedy, though. I'd do three maximum per person.

As usual, hope you all enjoyed, and I'll see you guys at the next story piece I've written.