𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 (Broken Red Crest Trilogy#1)

Jack

Jack

"The thing is that I love babies." She says and I can't help but grin. She's adorable.

"Do you now?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah." She says quietly.

"So, you get baby fever a lot?" I ask smirking while she blushes.

"Depends on how many videos or babies I see."

"Mm, so if I showed you some videos right now, you'd be freaking out over how cute the baby is?"

"Most likely, yes."

"What's your favorite movie?" I ask.

"Jaws, one thousand percent, though I like the third one more. What's yours?"

"Are you going to make fun of me?" I ask.

"Of course not."

"13 going on 30." I say. Her jaw drops.

"I love that movie!" She says with a surprised giggle.

I smile, honestly relieved she didn't make fun of me.

"What's your favorite scene?" She asks matching our footsteps together so we walk in sync.

"When that dude came into her office. He called her pookie and kissed her, which made me want to throw up. Then she kicked him." I sigh.

"First of all, I love that description. Second, that's my favorite scene, too! I love it, it makes me giggle every time." She says.

I grin, turning my head away from her breathtaking face.

"Do you think that if one star, out of the many in space were to disappear, it would make a difference." Cara asks me.

"Yes, I do. If you look at this star as a person, someone who is completely and utterly special. But they don't think they can be loved, cared for, they feel they're irrelevant. Slowly this person starts to fade away, until there's nothing left. If this person or star dissipates...you're loosing something special. And when that person is gone...that difference, even if it was a small difference, it can no longer be made."

"I never thought of it that way. And from a guy, I never expected that."

"Most people wouldn't."

"It's a good thing you're not like most guys." She says.

"I had a really great time tonight, Cara." I say as I drop her off at her door.

"I did, too. Do you...I mean...are we going to do this again?" She asks me blushing.

"Definitely."

She smiles and places her hand on the door handle.

"Wait!" I surprise myself. I kiss her on the cheek.
She smiles so widely as she walks back in. God help me.

Later that night Sam came over and we ran over ever single detail of the date.

"She said it was a good that I'm not like most guys! What does that mean?!"

"Dude," Sam stands up, pacing. "So, she thinks you're different! She has a different point of view of you, and she likes you! Dude!"

I'm going to be sick. In a good way. She likes me.

"God, she looked so beautiful in the moonlight. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her."

"Yeah, 'cause you're a creep. Kidding!" He says as I narrow my eyes at him.

"I told her about my mom and dad." I say, quietly. His eyes widen.

"You did? You don't even like telling the counselor about that!"

"She just...I don't know it's different with her." He nods knowingly. I've always been in love with her. Right? This is what love feels like?

"Jackkkkk!" James says running into my room around an hour later. Sam already knocked out on the couch.

"Yeah, kid?"

"How was your date? Did she look real pretty? Oooh, and does she like The Flash?" He asks so frantically.

"It's was good, buddy. She looked beautiful. And yes, she does like The Flash."

James smiles so wide and climbs into my lap. He wraps his arms around me falling asleep. He's the only one besides Cara that can make me smile.

My baby brother. My mini best friend. I just want him to be happy always and forever. Away from the dark. In the light. For as long as possible. I will do anything to keep it that way.

Everything is now perfect. At least that's what I thought...

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Now:
Three months later

"Hello?" It's Emma, Cara's friend. I hear sobbing in the other side of the phone, my heart immediately beating outside of my chest.

"I—It's Cara, she's gone. Someone took her." And I drop the phone immediately running to her house.

Police cars are outside, police are inside the house when I run in. Emma is holding Cam and Laney, tears streaming down her siblings eyes.

"Where is she?!" I feel like my heart has been ripped out of me. Like it's no longer beating inside of me.

"Oh, Jack, honey." Her mom, Mrs. Love, comes and hugs me. I break down crying in her arms, falling to my knees.

"Where...is...she?" I ask through broken sobs. She wipes the tears off of my cheeks and hugs me into her chest.

This is something I've never felt before. The touch from a mother that's not my grandma. It's warm and fuzzy. It makes me feel better.

"Someone kidnapped her. She was waiting for me outside after her dance class and when I got there she was no where to be found." She says quietly and grabs the tissue Emma handed her. She wipes my cheeks.

"Hey, son." Cara's dad crouches down where I am. He places a hand on my shoulder. I can see he's been crying. Cara looks so much like him, the eyes especially.

"I'm sorry," I mutter and rub my eyes. "I shouldn't have come. I'm not family."

They look at me like I'm crazy. Mrs. Love places a hand on my cheek when she's speaks. "Honey, you have become family over this span of three months more than anyone we've known in a really long time."

I start crying again. A police officer taps her parents to get their attention. "We'll find your daughter, don't worry. You'll have to pay for a private investigator if that's what you want. But we will find her."

"Anything. Whatever the price, we'll take it." Her father says and gives a reassuring smile to us all. But you can see the pain in his eyes. Deep and utter pain.

I sit next to Emma. Cam and Laney climb into my lap and hug me as their parents talk to the police about a PI.

"What if they never find her? What if she's dead?" Emma says, she always optimistic as Cara says, that's how I know this is taking a toll on her.

"She'll be okay," I pat her shoulder. "You should go home and get some sleep." She nods hesitantly before hugging Cara's parents and leaves.

"Jack?" Laney looks up at me with her hazel eyes, slightly teary. I stroke her hair and hold her little cheek.

"Where's my sissy?" She asks quietly and my heart drops. How are you supposed to tell a six year old her sister has been kidnapped and you don't know when she'll be back?

"She, uh, went on a little trip," I say to mask the truth. It's not my thing to tell. "She'll be back soon. Don't worry."

"But why are the police people here?" Cam speaks up with his little head tilted cutely. I pat his head.

"They're just here to protect Cara on her trip. They're like her guardians." They giggle and find that so cool. I don't know why but it's adorable.

I don't know where she is. If she's hurt, dead, across the country. I don't know where my baby is and now I don't feel complete. Cara is gone and we don't know where she is.

Authors note:
NOT EDITED KEEP RUDE COMMENTS TO YOURSELF, please."