This one is short but I will make up for it by posting a longer (and happier) one tomorrow.

This story jumps around from past to present and then back again.

I will be posting once a week at a minimum.

This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine.

And as you all know, I do not own Twilight.


"Wake up, man."

I roll over and groan as my warm blanket is ripped away from me. "What the fuck?"

"Come on," he says a little louder.

I sigh and get out of bed, tugging on some jeans as he walks out of the room. Glad to see he's in a great mood this morning. It's only half past eight, Jesus Christ.

I find him in the kitchen staring out the window at the back yard of my house. Everything else is quiet and dark, my parents are gone and my sister must have stayed with her boyfriend again.

He looks at me as I enter the room and it stops me dead in my tracks. He looks so much like his sister in this moment. The anger, the frustration, the knowing. It gives me chills

"Where is she?" he asks, voice hard.

I didn't bother asking, I knew exactly who he means. "Haven't seen her since Saturday. She left, pissed off at me."

He nods, lips pursed. Neither of us is surprised. She has a temper and sometimes she lets it get the best of her.

"She hasn't been home and she hasn't been to any of her friends' houses. It's been almost a week, man. Have you tried calling her?"

He starts pacing, worry etched into his face, rigidity blanketing his body. I've never seen him freak out. He's the calm guy who can always find the humor in every situation but when it comes to his sister, nobody better fuck around.

I weigh my words and take a breath. "She's done this before. You know how she is."

"Why the fuck haven't you called her, Jay?!" He roars.

"I didn't want to make it worse! I figured she'd go do whatever and be back in a few hours. I thought she was okay…" my voice starts to raise and I trail off, trying to calm myself. I'm starting to worry. She never leaves for more than a day or two. She always comes back and even when she's away, she always talks to her brother.

But I can tell he hasn't heard from her and my mind begins conjuring up the worst possibilities. She's dead. She's hurt. She's gone forever. Something happened to my girl and I just let it. She walked away from me in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter and I just shrugged and took my sorry ass back inside.

I sink to the floor as he began cursing, trying to ignore the lump in my chest. He whips out his phone and begins calling every number in the book.

"I think I'd like to go to the beach,"

I shake my head, pressing the palms of my hands at my eyes. Memories of her always assault me when I'm stressed. Her voice calms me, but now it was just ripping me apart. What if I never heard that voice again? What if it's already the voice of a ghost?

"Oh yeah?" I grabbed her hand, inspecting the freshly painted red polish adorning her thin fingers.

"Yep," she popped the 'P' and leaned over to give me a quick kiss. I loved the way her lips squished.

"Well I'll take you anywhere, darlin'."

She smiled. "As long as it's the beach."

I jabbed a finger into her ribs just to hear her laugh. She didn't disappoint, her loud laugh filled the room and she dug at my thigh with her toes, trying to get me to stop.

"You want to go the beach?" I asked as she begged me to stop.

"I do! Please stop and take me to the beach!"

I removed my finger and lowered myself over her shaking body. She was still laughing uncontrollably and I caught every breath with a kiss.

"We need to find her."

I nod and wipe the memory away. I'm out of the house in three minutes and tearing away on my motorcycle in four. I'm going to find her and I'm never going to let us fall apart again.


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