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

Jack

Jack

Racing. Thoughts racing. Heart racing. Mind racing. I can't breathe. I feel like my lungs are being squeezed and contorted cutting out my breath. My eyes are fuzzy. An anxiety attack.

"Woah, man? Just breathe, okay?" I hear Sam crouch in front of me. I don't even remember talking to the ground.

It's been two days since we found out about Cara. We haven't found her. She's still missing. Dead?

I still haven't told James what happened because I know it would hit him hard. We have been watching The Flash on repeat for that last couple days. Watching something she loved makes it feel like she's right here next to me.

In my arms right where she belongs, always and forever. There's a quote I know she loves from them show.

Sometimes you DO get the movie ending. -Barry Allen - The Flash.

She says that even when life goes down into the dumps there's always something or someone to make it brighter. I still remember when she told me that.

A month ago:

"Wanna know my favorite quote from The Flash?" She asked looking up at me from where she was laying on my chest. Of course on the screen the show was playing.

"Tell me." I said rubbing her cheek with my thumb. She smiled slightly as a blush formed on her cheeks.

"'Sometimes you DO get the movie ending.' Said my Mr. Barry Allen." She said smiling and rested her head back on my chest.

"I like that one." After a pause I ask. "Who do you think is the best actor that has played The Flash?"

"Is that even a question," She giggled. "Grant Gustin is at the top. He's the best."

"Is because you think he's cute? Or just because he's a good actor?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Both. Because he's definitely cute. You can't deny that." I laughed and kissed her soft lips and immediately pulled away when James ran in.

"Jack! Cara!" He ran in and jumped into Cara's arms and giggled. She wrapped him in the blanket with us.

And for a second. I let myself pretend we were a family. A real family with a happy ending.

"Hey, bud, it's okay breathe." I'm snapped back into reality by Sam. I breathe heavily. In and out.

"I-I'm sorry." I mumble and he shakes his head and helps me stand, sitting me down on a chair. He hands me some water and looks at me.

"What was that? A panic attack?" He asks his red hair a mess, clearly he's been running his hands through it.

"Yeah," I nod as I speak quietly. "I was thinking of Cara." He nods understandably and pats my shoulder.

"It'll be okay. I promise. James is here. I'm going to see Emma." He says with a slightly blush. I freeze in my tracks.

"Emma? Why?" I look at his blushing face. His cheeks match his hair now.

"We've been secretly dating for a while now. We wanted to keep it on the down low in case it didn't work out." He smiles slightly.

"I'm happy for you. You deserve it." I say sadness filling inside of me. I wish Cara was here. She should be here right next to me.

"I guess we deserve some good after all the crap we've been through." He says and I hug him, nodding my head in agreement.

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I wake up with a gasp. I had a nightmare. It was when my dad would abuse me and then it interconnected to a dream of Cara dead.

I wipe the tears out of my eyes and drag my hands over my face. I'm fully awake now so I go sit at the kitchen table.

"Hi, sweet boy, " My Grandma walks in and kisses my head. "How you holding up?" She looks at me with a soft look.

"I'm okay." And I start sobbing again. She wraps her arms around me. It's been a week since they took Cara.

"You don't have to be okay. The love of your life has been taken from you and you don't even know where she is."

She strokes my hair and pulls me into her. I rest my head in her shoulder, sobbing softly. She kisses my head again.

"Did you have another nightmare? I heard a gasp from your room." She asks gently and I nod my head.

"It was about dad hurting me and Cara dying." She holds me tighter and kisses my cheeks before getting up and starts making breakfast.

"Jack, pourquoi pleures-tu?"James says when he runs in following after my Grandpa. He runs up and reaches his little arms up to me and I lift him up.

"J'ai fait un cauchemar, James." I say in French. He tilts his head with an adorable concerned expression.

"Pourquoi avez-vous fait un cauchemar? Comment puis-je l'améliorer?" He asks hugging me tighter.

"Vous n'avez rien à faire. Ça va aller, mon pote." I say back and my Grandma sets a plate of breakfast for everyone.

"Yay! Pancakes!" James says excitedly and sits down, devouring his breakfast. My Grandparents smile reassuringly at me.

Later that day Sam comes over with food, of course. The guy is obsessed. He's devoured three burgers when I'm only on my first.

"You eat a lot. It's amazing." I watch him with an amused expression. It feels nice to be a little happy after these past few days.

"Do you want to go with me to see Cara's parents and siblings?" I ask him eating a fry. He looks up at me with half a burger in his mouth.

"Sure." He mumbles through the food in his mouth. He stands and we throw away our trash.

"Let's go then." I say nodding my head for him to follow. Dread fills my heart. I don't want to see how heart broken her parents are. I'm just her boyfriend and it's taking a huge toll on me. I can only imagine what it's doing to her parents.

"Jack, honey." Mrs. Love gives a relieved sigh when she sees me and pulls me into a hug. I can tell she's been crying a lot. Her eyes a bloodshot.

"Hi, son." Mr. Love comes from behind her. He wraps an arm around his wife's waist and pats my shoulder.

"I wanted to some see how you were doing." I say quietly my head hung low. It hurts to see their sad faces. They don't deserve this. Cara doesn't deserve this.

"Not great. It's hard not having her here. How are you?" Mrs. Love asks and lifts my chin so I can look at her, tears are already streaming down my cheeks.

"I'm fine. This is Sam." I motion to Sam who's staring with a sad expression. He perks up when he see us looking at him and holds out a hand introducing himself.

"I'm Sam. I'm sorry about your daughter she's a really nice girl. I'm sorry I haven't been able to meet you. Life has been hectic—a living nightmare." He says with a soft, comforting smile.

"Nice to meet you." Both Mr. And Mrs. Love say and shake his hand with a smile. You can tell it's forced and they want to cry. But they hold it in.

I wonder what it's like to have parents who actually care this much about you. Someone who cares and misses you. Someone who loves you.

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