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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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Cameron was wrong.
He and Brett had spent thirty minutes searching the party building, calling Willow's name as they walked the empty halls, hoping with every room they checked would be the one they found her in. And by the time they got to the roof, they were exhausted and lost all hope.
"Are you sure she didn't just go home?" Brett asks the boy, who sits across from him on the roof, smoking a cigarette on the edge.
Cameron shakes his head. "No," he says. "She wouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because she has no one to go home to..." Cam mumbles, exhaling a cloud of smoke and glancing down at the phone sitting in his lap. He should text Wes... maybe he heard from Willow.
"Well, where else would she go?" Brett asks.
"I don't know," Cam admits.
"Where's her mom and sister? Or the rest of her brothers?"
"They're at a hotel," he says, going on before Brett bothered to ask the dreaded question. "And no, I don't know which one they're at."
"Great," Brett mutters, banging his head back gently against the brick wall as he complains, "you know literally nothing."
Rolling his eyes, Cameron slides off the ledge and joins the boy back on the roof, taking a seat on the ground across from him. "What can I say? I'm her brother. Not her keeper," he shrugs it off. "I don't keep track of her every move."
"Or any move, apparently."
"Okay, fuck you." Cameron glares at the boy. "If all you're gonna do is bitch and complain, you can just leave now, okay? I never asked for your help and I don't need it. I can find Willow on my own."
"Oh, relax," Brett rolls his eyes. "I'm just kidding."
Cam scoffs a laugh. "Yeah... sure you were."
"I was!" Brett insists. "But seriously, though. Do you have any idea where else she could be? A friend's house? Another hang out spot?"
He sighs. "I don't... I'm not sure," he mutters, telling him that if he knew, they would have found Willow already. "She's just been a little unpredictable lately." He hadn't been paying attention lately. He missed the changes in her life and the little details had begun to slip through the cracks of his memory. Cameron had never been so out of touch with Willow, and he had to admit, it hurt to not know her as well as he should - as well as he did.
This girl was like his sister, and right now, she needed a brother. Apparently, he was the only one she had, and yet he couldn't even find her. He couldn't be there for her and he feared what mess she could get herself into without some sort of light to guide her through this dark night.
