Remembering Red {Book Three} The Mentalist

7: The Party

*Brayson's pov* 

"I can't believe she let you come!" Logan told me, and I smiled. We were at Amanda's party, and the music was sick. Logan left me for a girl he saw, and I started to talk to some of my friends. I felt a type on my shoulder, and I looked over to see Kasey. I talked with her a lot after I meant her, and it turns out we go to the same school. She moved here after her Dad got a new job at some kind of business I never heard of. 

"Hey Kasey," I said and she laughed. 

"Want to dance?" she asked and I took her hand. I listened to the music, and we danced for a few songs until the song I had been waiting for came up. I took her to the side, and she smiled at me. 

"Okay, what do you want?" she asked laughing. 

"I wanted to asked you a question," I answered and she smiled. 

"Yeah?" 

"Kasey, would you go out with me?" I asked her, and she threw her arms around my throat and hugged me. I smiled and took that has a yes. 

"Of course!" she told me and I kissed her. "This could be our song." 

"Carry you," I said thinking of the name. I looked up when Logan turned on the mic. 

"So I would like to say this," he said looking at us. "Who wants a drink?" I laughed and looked to were he was pointing. Amanda was standing there with beers in her hand and her dyed green hair matching her eyes in a pony tail. A few of the kids went over, and I looked at Kasey. 

"Are you going to get one?" she asked nervous and I shrugged. 

"I don't really drink," I answered. "Maybe one, but I don't think I will." 

"I never had a beer." 

"Neither have I. Do you want to try one, just tonight to see if you will take some in the future? I'll share it with you." 

"Okay." 

I took her hand, and I grabbed one from Amanda who gave me a doubtful look. I was too much of a good kid in their minds to drink beer at this age. Mom would kill me if she learned. I walked back to the spot and opened the bottle. I took a sip and tasted the drink. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't bad either. I gave it to Kasey, and after one sip told me she wouldn't drink anymore. I laughed and said I would drink it all. I finished it and we danced some more. I didn't look at the time, and I cussed when I saw it was almost two in the morning. Mom was going to kill me. I kissed Kasey's check and left. 

I pulled in the drive way and went inside. I was praying that Mom wasn't up, but I wasn't lucky. She was sitting on the counter reading. Dad was sitting at the table looking at something and gave me a sad, disapproving look. Alexis must have been asleep. Mom looked up and glared at me. 

"Where the hell have you been?" she asked me, anger clear in her voice. 

"The party," I answered. 

"I said eleven. It's almost two!" 

"I lost track of time, I'm sorry." 

"I was worried sick something happened to you! Sorry isn't going to cut it Brayson." 

"Well what do you want me to say?" 

"I don't want you to say anything. I want you to think about how worried sick your father and I were about you. Unlike other parents we know what people do to young boys like you." She walked over and took my hands. She was angry, and I could see it in her eyes. "Do you understand." 

"Yes," I answered. Mom sniffed the air around my mouth and glared at it. 

"Your breath smells like alcohol," she said and glared at me. "Did you drink at the party?" 

"Just one beer," I answered and that got Dad's attention. 

"You had a beer at a party?" he asked and I rubbed my hand threw my hair. 

"Yeah." 

"You are too young to be drinking." 

"It was one beer Dad, it's not like I got drunk." 

"You talk like that and you are going to keep like thinking like that. People can do terrible things just because of one beer." 

"It's fine Dad." 

"No it is not," Mom told me. "I told you to be home by eleven, you don't do that. It's a law that you have to be twenty-one to drink, and you break that law. Brayson, this is not okay." 

"I don't see what the big deal is!" 

"Don't use that tone with me." 

"I will use whatever tone I want to use! You two are not understanding me!" 

"We don't have to understand you, you have to understand us!" Dad told me. 

"Why don't the Red Stars just come and take you both now? Be better off for me!" I cried and stormed out of the door. I remember seeing their hurt faces, but at that moment I didn't really care. I was pissed off at my parents. I got in my car and drove away. I didn't know where, but it doesn't matter to me has long has I got away from them. 

*Missy's pov* 

"Missy, he didn't mean it," Patrick told me. I was sitting at the table close to him. Brayson just told me that he wished the Red Stars would take me. My son told me that he wanted them to take me. 

"I know, but still," I said tears coming down my face. 

"Please Missy, don't cry. He was just upset. Don't cry baby, don't cry." 

I couldn't help it. It was all too much. Brayson left, the Red Stars were planing on taking me, I couldn't stop them from hurting Patrick. How could I not cry? I could even feel that Patrick was trying not to cry like I was. It was just too much for me to handle. He picked my chin up so he could talk to me. I knew that seeing those blue eyes would calm me down, and it did. 

"I promise we will work it out with Brayson when he comes home," he told me. "He can't stay mad forever, and he will come home. Trust me." 

"Okay Patrick, I do," I said and he lead me up the stairs. I crawled in bed, and hugged him tight. At least when they took me I would have him.  

Oh shit, Brayson might have just got in a ton of trouble. Um... So what did you think? Love it, hate it, kill yourself with a banana? That's an inside joke, haha. Peace out my Stars!