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"You weren't here! You haven't been in a long time so stop trying to act like you were."
Willow grew up in a house with six brothers, one of them being her twin. She's grown up in a two bedroom apartment with an alcoholic mother who never...
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The search was futile and by 3am; the boys had gone to nearly every place on Cam's list. And still, they hadn't found Willow.
All the stops had been checked, written off as empty - void of Willow - and by the time they had made it to the end and Cameron was moving on from places to people, Brett had to go.
It was past his curfew and he was due home hours ago, and when his mom finally called him screaming and demanding he get home, he decided it was best to call it a night.
"I'm sorry we couldn't find her," the boy said, apologizing on their drive home as he offers Cam some comfort - some assurance that he himself wasn't so sure of. "She'll turn up, though. I know it."
Cameron scoffs, mumbling under his breath about how he was the only one. "I wouldn't doubt if she never came back," he says.
Why would she? She had no one to come back to. And even if she did, they weren't exactly people you'd be eager to return to. Not when they were the root of all your issues.
Cameron wouldn't blame his sister if she never came back. Hell, he would have gone with her if given the chance.
Too bad she didn't ask.
Brett sighs, not addressing the boy's depressing words, instead settling for a question. "Are you going to keep looking?"
"Of course," Cam says, nodding as he gives the boy a look, asking why he wouldn't.
"Did you want me to drop you off somewhere?" He offers, asking if Cam would like a last ride or to simply be taken back to the apartment.
Cam takes a moment to contemplate, wondering if what he was thinking of doing was even worth his time - he believed he had better luck getting answers from a brick wall, compared to the girl he was pondering going to visit. But when he ran out of places to look, he wasn't sure what else he could do besides to turn to people instead.
And so, he sighs, regretting his answer before he so much as speaks it.
"I need to see Sasha."
Brett doesn't question it. He bites his tongue, asking for nothing more than an address or some directions, and within twenty minutes, he was saying goodbye and driving off, leaving Cameron on the curb of the Paris residence.
The boy had to work up the nerve to walk up the pathway, lighting a cigarette as he takes a minute to linger on the sidewalk in front of the house instead. He could see her parents' cars in the driveway, though he doubted they'd mind his turning up. He just prayed Sasha would carry the same mindset and would be open to talking to him - or to giving him an answer or two.
