Chapter 14 Where Is He?

Brittany's POV

Simon and Theodore looked at me with a disbelieving face, while Jeanette and Eleanor's jaw dropped open. No one was saying anything.

I was in shock. Alvin was really gone. He was no where to be seen in his room. It was still early in the morning. He would still be sleeping in his bed.

"Come on Brittany" Simon said, giving a small amused chuckle. "I am sure that he has already gotten up, and is somewhere in the house."

"No he is gone. I know it" I replied, my heart filled with dread.

Jeanette and Eleanor immediately walked past me, with Eleanor going under the bed and Jeanette climbing up on the top of the mattress. My whole body was beginning to shake, the fear coursing through me, cold sweat starting to form on my forehead.

Simon and Theodore came walking up to me, with reassuring faces, though it did nothing for me.

"Brittany please, whatever is going on between you and Alvin, I don't think he would go this far that he would leave" Simon said.

I shook my head. He had to have left, he had to be gone. Something deep within me was telling me.

"He is gone, I know it."

Simon just sighed, slowly shaking his head as he looked back at me with a smile. "Brittany. Come on. Alvin may no be the brightest, but he would never do something like this. Not unless it was something absolutely terrible."

It was terrible. Bad enough, that I knew Alvin would leave. But before I could say anything, a small sneeze then echoed out, as Eleanor came out from under the bed, quickly dusting herself off.

"Alvin's suitcase is gone" she said, walking over to me. My gaze turns back to Simon, as I slowly cross my arms, expecting this would be the proof.

"Alvin probably put it somewhere where he wasn't suppose to when we last came back from tour" Simon replied, looking down at Eleanor.

"Alvin always puts his suitcase under the bed" I reply, my heart only going faster and faster.

Before Simon could reply, Jeanette's quiet voice spoke up from the top of the bed. "Uh, you guys might want to see this."

My whole body suddenly felt cold. Simon and Theodore walk past me, climbing up the bed, while I follow a few seconds later. As soon as I reach the top, I could see Jeanette standing at the end of the bed. Her eyes fixed on a empty picture frame.

Guilt, sorrow, anguish, regret travelled through me, knowing the photo that once sat in that small frame.

"The photo is gone" I mutter, looking down, the lump already starting to form in my throat. Simon turned to look back at me, his face starting to look confused.

"Hold on. What photo?"

I immediately sit down, my head starting feel to dizzy to keep me standing. I hold myself tightly, the whole thing starting to feel surreal. I kept hoping it was a dream, hoping that none of this was happening. But it was all to real. It wasn't a dream, it was life. And right now, my life was gone. Out there somewhere, not knowing how sorry I was.

"That frame had a picture of Brittany in it" Jeanette replied quietly, coming up next to Simon. "Alvin loved that photo. Every time we go on tour, he always takes it with him."

Simon turned back to me, the reality starting to sink in. "Just what happened last night?" he said really slowly, kneeling down in front me.

I look up at Simon, the painful memories replaying in my head, more painful now that I knew the truth.

"It must have been bad, if Alvin would just leave without telling us."

I couldn't say it. I couldn't say what happened, it was already painful enough just thinking of it without having to say it. Jeanette then came up behind Simon, and whispered into his ear, while Eleanor did the same with Theodore.

I dig my face into my paws. Every painful emotion you could name, I was feeling. It was like someone was reaching into me, tearing my insides like they were paper.

After only a few moments, Jeanette and Eleanor pulled away, with the boys showing a shocked expression across their faces, as Simon turned back to Jeanette.

"Wait, you mean Ally..."

Jeanette only nodded, as Simon ran his paw through his hair.

"Jeez" he said, letting out a long and frustrated breath. "We all warned him not to let that girl into this house" he grumbled, folding his arms.

Her name wasn't even mentioned, yet I still felt a rush of anger go though me. All of this was because of her. It was no longer time for me to play nice. It was time to show that girl exactly what I was capable of.

I immediately jump to my feet, hopping off the bed, running towards the hall. I could hear my siblings, as well as Simon and Theodore call to me, asking where I was going.

I didn't answer. My mind was focused on one thing. Ally.

I run through the halls, heading towards the kitchen. I run in, and could see Dave sitting at the table, drinking his morning coffee, reading the paper, unaware I just stormed in.

I listened closely, and could hear muttered words from the living room, sounding like they were coming from the TV. I quickly sprint in, jumping up to the arm rest of the couch.

And there in front of me, was her.

She had a small blanket wrapped over her, as she stared at the TV, not noticing me at all.

The anger and rage inside me was building like a volcano. Thoughts swam through my head, a smile almost creeping across my face thinking of some of things I wanted to do to her.

And before any second thoughts could run though my head, I charge at her. She head started turning at the last second, but to late in time to notice me as I slammed into her.

The world tumbled several times, as me and Ally rolled along the couch. As we came to a stop, I found myself on top of Ally. I quickly grab her wrists, holding them down as I sat down over her, keeping her from moving. She looked up at me with wild, but scared eyes. She was probably shocked to see me actually becoming physical now.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, her voice almost shaking with fear. I glared down at her, my paws tightly wrapped around her wrists. I could feel her squirming underneath me, her arms twitching from the pain of my paws were creating.

I had only one thing on my mind. And if anyone should know, she would.

"Were is he?" I sneer, increasing the pressure on her wrists.

I could see Ally's face tic in pain. I could feel her trying to break free, but to no avail.

"Where is who?" she said, that dumb ditzy look across her face.

"Don't play with me. You know very well who" I reply, my body now starting to shake with anger.

She continued looking up at me with that confused face like she didn't know who I was talking about. My whole body was starting to turn hot from the anger.

And just before I could do anything to let it all out on her, I felt something grab me on the back of my shirt, pulling me off Ally. I struggle to free myself, wanting to get my hands back on her. But as I was pulled further away from Ally, I could suddenly could see the stern face of Dave staring at me, as he held me in front of his face.

"Brittany, what is wrong with you?" he said, his voice filled with anger and disappointment.

"She just attacked me out of no where Dave" Ally said, putting on that dumb innocent charm.

"SHUT IT" I yell, looking down at her coldly.

"BRITTANY" Dave yelled, his face starting to turn red.

I look back at Dave. This time I felt no fear. It was all pure anger.

"Dave, you have no idea what she has done?" I reply. "I told you to get her out of this house, I told you she was bad news. But you still decided to let her stay. And now, she has kissed Alvin. I blamed him for it. And now he is gone."

Dave paused, looking at Ally, then back at me, with a blank expression. "What do you mean gone?" he asked, his voice very low.

I look at Ally, giving her an expression that told her she'd better confess, or else.

"I mean Alvin is gone. He just left. His suitcase his gone, as well as a photo of me. He is no where in the house. And I think she may know where he is" I said, my gaze turning towards Ally.

She looked up with a shocked expression. Dave's gaze turned down to Ally, as he placed me back on the couch. "Care to explain" he said, crossing his arms, staring at Ally.

Ally took a nervous step back, looking at me and Dave with a scared expression plastered all over her face.

"Believe me, I have no idea where Alvin is" she said.

"Where is my son?" Dave asked again, his voice becoming very short.

"I haven't seen him since last night. He did quite a number on my arm" she said, as she gently rubbed her right arm.

"What did he do?" I asked, my curiosity sparked, wondering just how Alvin was reacting to all this.

Ally gave me a cold stare, like she was blaming me. "He twisted my arm behind my back. Saying that is was all my fault. That I destroyed the best thing that ever happened to him. He then pulled my arm back, almost breaking it, then kicked me to the floor. I thought that was extremely rude."

I could feel guilt wash over me. He would never do something this violent, not unless he was really angry with himself.

Dave growled in frustration as walked over to the window, looking out into the rain. He was silent for several moments, then turned back around, looking right at Ally.

"I opened my house to you. I gave you shelter. And this is how you repay me. You cause all of this emotional stress, and you hurt several of my kids."

Ally looks down at her feet, avoiding eye contact with Dave.

He then reached into his pockets, pulling out his car keys. "I am going out to look for him. Hopefully he hasn't gone far."

He then walked towards the from door, but stopped and looked back right at me. "And Brittany. Please, whatever may happen, keep yourself together. I am counting on you."

I look towards Dave, giving him a small nod. "I will. Please find him Dave" I whisper, fear and guilt washing over me.

Dave just gave a simple nod, as he turned and walked out the door, into the rain.