Find me.

Chapter 4

AN: K guys, double update to make up for a late update.

This is also more of a filler ^-^

Chapter Four

Brandon awoke to the sounds of beeping machines and the smell of disinfectants. His arm had a beige bandage covering a tube that went into his arm. He froze as he remembered what had happened and became confused as to why he wasn't in those hospital gowns that they used in the movies and instead in the clothes he wore to the cemetery.

Pain shot through his leg as he registered it had been crushed by the metal of his son's car.

His son... where was Lucas?! He pressed the button behind the bed numerous times before a nurse showed up. The nurse looked at me with annoyance, asking him a few questions.

"How does your leg feel, Mr Thomas?"

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Did you want anything to eat or drink?"

Brandon responded to none of the questions, instead he looked up at the nurse once more and asked, "Where's my son, Lucas?"

A flash of confusion took over the nurse's face at his question, making him a bit anxious at what her response would be. Did he lose his son too? Brandon sighed at his negative thoughts and continued to wait for the nurse to come back into the room. When did she even leave?

The nurse returned with a slight frown, "Your son?" She asked.

"We were driving home from the cemetery together and as much as I hate to say it, he was also in the crash." Stated Brandon, getting a little worried.

"Uh," She started, "When the fire brigade had to pull off the doors, you were the only person in there."

"Pardon?"

"Mr Thomas, you were the only person who was in the car."

Brandon sat and thought about what she had to say. Lucas wasn't in the car? He could've sworn...

Brandon looked up to see a concerned face looking down at him. He sighed and got up, dragging his feet across the room and out the door.

"Sir, you're not allowed out of the hospital yet..."

"Yeah? Watch me." He spat back, half jogging, half walking towards the exit. He raised his hand, hailing a taxi.

The white vehicle pulled over and sat up against the curb whilst Brandon climbed in and ordered him to drive. They sat in silence, with the acceptance of him telling the taxi driver which way to turn.

Soon enough Brandon slapped a wad of cash into the wanna-be-speed-racer's hand. He had just come out of hospital due to a car crash, why had that man thought to even bloody speed? Brandon thought to himself, wanting to rip it up the driver.

He ignored the desperate urge and climbed out of the taxi and into the cold, night breeze. What time was it? He walked up the drive-way and reached for the key located on the top of door frame. He's bound to be home...

The jagged key slid into the slot and made a click when he turned it. Once Brandon stood inside, he had instantly felt warmer, making him shrug off his coat and slide his shoes off. He followed the muffled voices coming from down the hallway and soon enough he arrived at the lounge room.

Brandon wondered through the empty lounge room and through to the kitchen, "Lucas?"

No reply came to him as he continued to search through the house, making his way towards the staircase. Small thumps echo off the walls as he climbed the hollow stairs.

Brandon let out nervous chuckle, "C'mon Lucas, this isn't funny anymore, come out of hiding." He paused, waiting for a reply. Nothing came.

"Lucas! I'm giving you to the count of three!" Brandon threatened, getting anxious if Lucas would even show up.

"Three!"

"Two." His voice started to get shaky.

"One..." Came out barely audible.

A note fluttered to the floor, Brandon only roughly seeing a glimpse of black script. He picked it up, his hands shaking nervously, afraid to see what message was hidden on the other side of the note.

Telling himself some words of encouragement, Brandon turned the smooth paper over to see black ink graffiti the white surface.