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SPOV

Dad and Brady came home eventually. They were bruised, and dad was even bleeding in some places. But at least they came back.

Brent been gone for two weeks. I was scared. Scared for two weeks straight. And it was driving Brady crazy.

Mom and dad were too caught up in their blissful reunion to really notice me much. And after the first week, Jessie had gone home. Reluctantly, but she had to leave. It hurt me to see her go. Especially knowing that I'd go home, and instead of finding my older brother, I'd find my father sitting at the kitchen island.

It was weird. And unnerving.

The longer I went without hearing from Brent, the more I withdrew into myself. And the more Brady made sure he was with me 24/7.

He was there, outside my bedroom door every morning, smiling and holding breakfast.

But as the days went by, the more Brady's smile lost its enthusiasm. And eventually, after two weeks, the breakfast disappeared too.

"Brady."

"Morning Sky, how're you feeling?" I drew my robe tighter around myself.

"Have you heard anything?" Brady pursed his lips and shook his head. I sighed.

"I'm sorry." Now I shook my head.

"Don't be. Are my parents' home?"

"No, they left early." I nodded, leaning against a nearby wall.

They left. Of course they left me here potentially alone. They were so caught up in falling in love again that they couldn't think twice about their missing son, or grieving daughter. Didn't it occur to them that Brent might not come back?

Maybe it did, and they just didn't care.

I didn't realize I was crying until Brady handed me a tissue. That boy was ready for anything.

"Sorry, sorry," I mumbled, wiping at my eyes.

"Don't apologize. It's fine." I shoved the used tissue into one of my over sized pockets.

I was lucky I was Brady's imprint. No one else, not even my parents, would stick around with me this long.

"Are you hungry?" I almost laughed at his question. He asked me this every morning, and my answer was always the same.

Of course I was hungry, but I couldn't eat anymore. At least, not until Brent came back.

But I wasn't stupid, I could see the way my ribs were becoming more visible as the days went by. My face started to look more gaunt by the hour, and the bags under my eyes only seemed to get darker.

Brady was scared crapless every time I woke up and looked worse than the day before.

And if I was being real with myself, I was too.

I was horrified at the amount of hair one stroke of the brush removed.

But, being so worried about Brent, I didn't have time to worry about myself.

"Skylar." I sighed, looking at the ground. "Look at me."

I looked up slowly, preparing myself for whatever new form of puppy dog eyes Brady had prepared for today.

"What's wrong?" I asked slowly when his face remained blank.

He stared at me, his eyes taking in my unhealthy figure. He stopped at my eyes, which had become unreasonably big compared to my thinning face.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" He asked quietly. I took a deep breath.

"Brady, I don't want to talk about this." I tried to go around him, but he grabbed my wrist. I shivered as his finger came in contact with my scar.

He let go immediately, but stood in my path.

"But I do."

"Brady..." I looked up at him, and it surprised me to see tears in his eyes.

"Just answer me this." I nodded. "If I sunk into a depression, starved myself and refused to go outside, what would you do?" I took another deep breath.

"Brady." My voice was shaking. Why was he doing this to me?

"I-I would do everything in my power to get you back," I whispered finally, imagining all too vividly the situation Brady described.

"So tell me, what haven't I done to bring you back?" I didn't answer. "I spent 24 hours looking for him, and I only came back because you needed me. I've been here everyday. Either outside your door, or outside your window when your parents' kicked me out; listening to cry day after day, for hours at a time."

"Brady..." I took a step back, trying to distance myself from the emotional atmosphere surrounding Brady. It was too much. I was all just too much.

"What do I have to do? Cause if you haven't noticed, I'm scared. For you. I don't want to lose you Skylar." I let myself slide down against the wall, my head falling into my hands as I sobbed.

He was right. He had done everything possible to get me out of this slump, and I had rejected his attempts at help. Why? Because I didn't want to be helped. But he kept trying anyway

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." Brady picked me up, resting my head on his shoulder. He let em cry for a few minutes, as he took me downstairs.

He sat on the couch, putting me in his lap.

My eyes were probably all puffy and red now, but I felt better.

"Will you eat now?" I actually laughed this time, but I nodded.

He made me soup, and I took small sips from it. I didn't come anywhere near finishing it, but Brady was the happiest guy alive as he watched me eat.

It was like he had seen the sun for the first time.

It was as I was watching Brady clearing the table that I first noticed how much weight he had lost.

"Brady?" He looked back at me, his eyes still lit up.

"Hm?"

"You haven't been eating either, have you?" He paused pulling himself onto the counter. He stared at me before answering.

"It didn't feel right eating when you..." He frowned. "I couldn't bring myself to eat when you were still so upset about Brent. It didn't feel right. If you can't eat, neither can I." He shrugged, like it was no big deal.

"Don't ever think like that again," I whispered sternly. He raised an eyebrow at me, amused. "Just don't, promise?"

He shrugged. "Whatever makes you happy." The phone rang, and I got up to get it, but Brady stopped me. He jumped off the counter, jogging to the phone.

"Bronson residence." Brady frowned at the phone. "You know, you have some nerve calling here. Where the hell are you?" I tensed in my seat. "No, they're not here." He glanced at me, an internal battle brewing in his eyes. "Yeah." He held the phone out to me.

I took it slowly, trying to calm the uneven beating of my heart.

"Hello?"

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