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Chapter 3: Where is she?

Brianna leaned down on her knees and put Bradin's head there. She pulled back his hair in pity. Bradin, still holding his now bruised nose, let out a soft moan. Brianna let out a dreadful sigh, feeling sorry for the guy that she loved. She had punched him hard, she knew because her hand was thudding faster than her heart was.

Bradin rested his head in her legs that were resting on the floor. "Bradin, do you need some ice? I'll go get some ice."

She tried to hurry up and upon standing, she didn't remove his head and she heard a loud thud after standing. She cringed, turning to see Bradin's head on the floor. He hit his head off the floor after she removed herself. She rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a full bag of ice and a towel and a washcloth. She ran back to where Bradin was laying and rested the towel with ice behind his head and the washcloth with ice on his nose. She helped him move to the couch and had him sit down.

He managed to look up at her with a faint smile and shook his head at her. She leaned closer to him and kissed him on the cheek to let him know that she was really sorry. She then placed a stout pillow beneath his head. Bradin lifted his head uneasily, feeling instant pain when he did move his head. He felt that his brain was about to explode. But somehow he managed to sit up into a proper sitting position. Brianna tried to lie him back down but he stubbornly persisted not to.

"Blood is rushing to my head," he stifled out. Brianna was surprised that he was calm. Then again he couldn't fume at her because of the things that had presently happened to him. He shifted his neck to become comfortable.

"Oh, will you be okay? Do you need aspirin?" she looked for an answer. "I'll go get some."

"No, aspirin upset my stomach. I don't need anything," he thought for a minute. "Well, maybe one thing."

Brianna took the hint and kissed him. In that moment Bradin's pain went away. He forgot everything that had just happened because he was so focused on Brianna. But when she pulled away, the pain came back…hitting him hard. "So I hope you're not mad at me."

"For what? Trying to protect you? I think you did one hell of a job in my opinion. God, any harder and I think I would've been in a comma! Are you sure you don't have some kind of metal arm?" Bradin joked as best he could. Brianna sighed in relief. "And beside, I think that is very, very sexy that a girl can hit. I don't have to worry about you getting hurt. And I also don't have to worry about any unwanted guy hitting on you. Just give then a preview of what you gave me and they'll flee."

"Well then, I guess I'll have to hit you harder to get you to flee then won't I?" Brianna quipped, showing off her radiant smile. Bradin forced a laugh to let her know he didn't find it funny.

"Nice, but you don't have to force me to leave. I'll just get up and…" he headed for the door, still holding his head with one hand for support. Brianna ran after him and pinned him against the wall.

"You go anywhere and I'll just have to put you in that comma you were talking about!" she pressed her lips to his in an endearing kiss. Bradin felt the pain this time, but didn't care. He pushed it away from his mind and focused all interest on Brianna. He pulled his hand away from the ice and it fell to the floor with a shatter. Ice glided all over the floor, making a noise on the wood. He turned her to the wall, pinning her down this time.

Brianna giggled slightly and slid her hands around his neck. He picked her up, holding her by her legs, which were wrapped around his waist for support and her arms clinging to his neck as they made their way upstairs to Brianna's room.

Once there, Bradin tenderly let go of her and placed her on her bed. He smoothly lied on top of her and warmly kissed her neck. Bradin then realized that the pain had stopped again and was thankful for it. But his thoughts were also clear now.

He placed his hands on the bed and lifted himself up to talk to Brianna. "Where is your mother?"

"Umm…out I guess. Why?" she asked. Bradin slid off of the girl and sat on the bed.

"If you don't know where she is then maybe this isn't the best idea. I mean, if she walked in the house and came looking for you, I don't know how happy she would be to find you when she does," Bradin intricate. Brianna thought about that and seriously took it into consideration.

"Good point…but damn it Bradin, we were so close. How does my mom manage to ruin things when she's not even here? She's my curse!" Brianna got off of the bed and walked over to her pink cordless phone and takeoff of the charger.

"What are you doing?" Bradin asked curiously. He walked over to her and grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. She started dialing a number.

"Calling my mom to see where she is," she positioned the phone up to her ear and listened. One ring, two rings, three rings…no answer. "Archetypal, my mom is. She has her phone on but nobody answers. I guess that couldn't be further from something she would do. Now I don't even know where she is. Hell, I didn't even realize she wasn't here until you brought it up. Maybe she left a note somewhere. Help me look."

Brianna grabbed one arm of Bradin's from her waist and pulled him out of the room and down the steps to look for any sign of where her mother might have gone. After searching most of the house, Brianna met up with Bradin and sighed at the vain hunt. "Can you say pointless? This isn't like my mother. I don't think she would ever leave the house without a flashing sign saying where she is going."

Just as she finished, the phone rang. Brianna prayed for it to be her mother. Her prayers were answered. "Hello?"

"Hey sweetie! I'm so sorry that I didn't leave a note. I was in such a hurry to step out the door. I had a last minute meeting that I had to attend," she explained to her daughter.

"It's alright. Where are you?" Brianna solicited.

"In Bernardino. I don't know when I'll be back. I'll try for a week. I love you," her mom said. Brianna smiled devilishly at Bradin.

"I love you too, mom," Brianna gave Bradin thumbs up. "Bye."

Bradin raised an eyebrow mischievously. As she hung up the phone, he scurried towards her and picked her up off of her feet. She giggled as he kissed her neck and brought her upstairs for the second time. This time there wouldn't be any interruptions.

"Shut up, bitch! You aren't going anywhere until your pretty little girl comes and gets you. And then you'll both be dead. But for now, I prefer to torture you. Make you suffer like your daughter made me suffer! I thought I had gotten rid of that bitch once already! She looked as good as dead. But no because that slut is one tough cookie. Well, let's see how tough she is after I meet her face-to-face!" he shouted to Mrs. Betty Conner. She had just made the phone call to Brianna as planned. She didn't want to drag Brianna into this but she didn't want to die either. But she was thinking for a while and thought about how he planned on killing her if he needed her to get to Brianna. She was done thinking.

"Shut the hell up you bastard!" she screamed. At that moment he turned to her irate. She shuttered but didn't back down. Tied to a pole, maybe, but she had her plan.

"What the fuck did you say to me?" he yelled, questioning.

"I've been thinking, you son of a bitch! And I think that you can't do anything to me. You see, you need me to get to Brianna. And if you kill me, how will you get to her then? You better face the fact that I don't need to listen to you!" she yelled back at him. He was really barmy now and ready to explode.

"Listen to me you incoherent little prick of a woman! I chose you to lore your daughter. If you don't care to co-operate, I can kill you and find someone else to get her here. Like that little boyfriend of hers. They have become so close. I would hate to see him killed because of you. Do you really want that. Then your daughter will have nothing. Not that she'll live to see the day anyway. Do you understand?" he pointed the gun at her head. She nodded weakly, tears coming down her face, and leered her eyes at the floor; afraid to face his stare. "Good."

Okay! That would be it for me because I can't really pin-point where I should go from here. But I can assure you that more twists and…a lot of explanations will come later. So review and continue reading!