Take Me Away | ✔️

21. MISSING

STAYING IN A HOUSE, not being able to get out of anywhere, I've been kept preoccupied by helping the Morales sisters out. Of course, they still had to go to school—Catalina was in eight grade while Adriana was in senior year already which was a miracle because they were supposed to be sent a year back because of the moving and all the tragedy that has happened—and I helped them with the chores, made sure that there was food in the table because it was all that I could give.

           I didn't have my phone with me, extra clothes, and any money because I had spent it by getting in a taxi and buying all the shit I had to just so I could disguise myself from anyone.

           When Adriana got home, she immediately told me who was at the funeral—Brian was there, so he should be, but with his secretary, and they were seating far apart from Sean. Mom didn't have any siblings, she was the only child so the only family that she had over there was her husband and her son.

           Then, she continued on telling me that Alex was also there but with a lot of men and women that seemed like bodyguards of some sort. I didn't bother telling him what Alex's mother, Ruvée does because I knew that if I say anything, the both of us would get a lot of trouble.

           The guys were also there but Travis seemed distant than they were. After the service, Sean came up to her and he started asking where they were and if there was a chance that she's seen me anywhere but Adriana lied—to keep me and them safe. When she was finished talking to Sean, Travis went towards her and started apologizing about what he did to her and was also asking if she'd seen me because we used to be best friend so he thought that there might be a chance that I was staying with them.

           Adriana never liked lying. In fact, she was bad at it for as long as I've known her. But she said that from the look of their faces, they thought that she was telling the truth.

           I just hope so.

           Even if I should be relieved that they believed her, there was still some part of me that wished that they didn't. Especially when it came to Travis. God, I miss him.

           The way he used to look at me when he would be angry or devious about something—

           "Seriously, Sam!"

           My brows furrowed as I stared up at him, just watching him glare at me. "What?"

           "Don't slam the door shut like you're mad or something!" He rolled his eyes, starting up the car. "It's like you're purposely trying to break it."

           With hands up in surrender, I snapped back, "It was just a little mistake. Don't yell at me. Jesus, Mason, you're seriously getting on my nerves and we started off great when we left the house."

           We were just getting to the dinner for Robbie's late celebration of his birthday and we were going to start it off by being mad at each other at a silly thing.

           But then, he sighed, running his hand through his hair before placing both hands on the wheel. "Okay, I'm sorry. It's just that I really love this car. This was Eli's gift to me, bought it with her own money so I'm really careful with it."

           Okay, now I felt bad.

           "I'm sorry too," I said. "I promise to be careful with your car next time."

           When his eyes shined, I could tell that he was thinking about something different than the situation. As he leaned in, I pulled myself back which caused him to look at me in confusion. "You're the one who told me that you wanted to take it slow. No kissing before—"

           He didn't let me finish—just cupped my chin and pulled me to his lips.

           —the way he would always cringe at the sight of the ice cream—

           "Seriously, Travis?" I cocked a brow. "Could you just try this flavor for me, please?"

           His nose was crinkled. "Hell to the no. You maybe my girlfriend but I sure as hell will not taste ice cream. I told you, I don't really like them."

           "I don't really get how your brain works," I slumped down beside him, my legs on top of his thighs while Friends was playing on the television in front of us. "You don't like ice cream, you don't like pineapples on a pizza—what else don't you like, huh?"

           "You if you continue to talk while my crush Phoebe is talking," he muttered under his breath.

           He must've thought that I didn't hear it. That thinking changed when I had slammed a spoonful of my mint chocolate chip on his nose.

           "Wha—" His eyes widened in shock, but he recovered from it quickly, pulling me close to him and started tickling me at my sides, knowing full well that I was ticklish. "This is payback! You shouldn't have done that."

           —and the way he always tried to be there for me.

           Picking up the phone, I pressed the voicemails one by one as I was lying down on this stupid hospital bed.

           "Hey, Sammy, everybody's looking for you. Where are you, huh? I know you need space but I just—I want to be there for you because I—you're my girlfriend. I'm supposed to be there for you and how could I when you're not here?"

           "God, Sammy, please tell me where you are. Just tell me. Or at least pick up the phone and tell me that you're okay. Please."

           Every single one while I was missing, he asked where I was. It got to the point that he was getting angry.

           "Dammit, Sammy. Just fucking tell me where you are! I'm getting worried about you. We all are. Just tell me where the hell you are. Please."

           And then it started off with a different one.

           "They said you didn't want anyone inside except your family but Alex is inside there, Sammy. Could you just tell them to let me in? I just—I want to see you. I need to see you. Call me back, okay? At least call me if you don't want me to see you."

           "Sean told me to go home because you said so. I'm just going to stay here for you. You need to know that I'm still here and I'll wait as long as I can."

           "Tomorrow. Let us in tomorrow or at least me. I just need to see you."

           I later dreamt that night about him, and Max shooting him while he slept.

There was a loud knock on the door that woke us all up.

           I was staying at the living room, at their couch so it made sense for me to be the first one to open it but what I didn't do was look at the hole first before opening it.

           "Holy fuck."

           Those brown eyes stared at me, making me freeze at the sound of his voice.

           Sean stood there in front of me, his eyes widened and mouth hanging down from the sight of me.