When I Find Love Again

Chapter 3

I remember thinking. What if I'd never gone to the party? What if Melissa and I never made the deal? I would've never met Brent. Since the day of the party I could not stop thinking about him. He was always in my head messing things up.

I would not concentrate on anything. Melissa had to repeat things for me over and over again because I wouldn't be paying attention to her. I was zoned out about the thought of his arms put on my shoulders asking if I was okay.

The day he mentioned his name out of his perfectly pink soft lips made me never want to forget it. He was mysterious and he made me want to know him even better. Since the day of the incident, I haven't seen him since.

How old is he? He achieved on making me want to learn more about him. This became an addiction. It was like my drug was to find him and look for him. Life gave me task and it was to find him.

He had a British accent. Or was it Australian? No, I'm pretty sure it was British.

God, his voice. It called me. It was completely angelic. How could I live without listening to his voice in my head.

"Brent. Brent Todd." He had said.

Even if I never see him again, I will never forget him.

"Vanessa! Are you coming to Derek's party tonight?" my biology partner, Sarah, asked.

"Tonight? I can't I need to finish some homework and I have a test tomorrow and really need to study hard for this one." I replied making an apologetic face.

"Oh well, hoped you would be there. Got to go. It was nice seeing you today." She spoke. Then, she embraced me in a hug and left.

Arriving home I noticed Sammy's car parked outside. Wasn't he supposed to be taking after school lessons with Mr. Rivera?

He was failing classes so mom and dad obliged him to take courses after school.

I quickly pull out of the car and open the door.

"Sam?" I called. No answer.

I heard some screaming coming from upstairs.

"Sam?" I called again while coming up the stairs.

I opened the door and saw Sammy screaming at the television playing some aggressive and really bloody game. He always plays the same thing every single day.

"Sam, would it hurt to answer when I call?"

"Sorry. Uh- mom left food in the fridge." He replied.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" I curiously asked.

"Yeah."

"Umm- okay then if you need glasses this is clearly not school. What are you doing here?" I said while putting my hands in the air quoting my sarcasm.

Sammy got up from his bed and went over to me with a worried look. His large hands took a hard grip on both sides of my shoulders.

"Please don't tell mother." he demanded.

"What the fuck is going on Sam?"

" I'm going to Derek's party tonight."

"Are you out of your fucking mind? You can't go alone to that party. There is going to be alcohol and you clearly don't know how to take control of it from last time I remember." I raised my voice getting frustrated.