Falling - A Short Story

9

Gregory James

Have you ever felt like running away? Running away from everything and everyone and not looking back? Well that's how I feel right now. You see, after my brother died things in this house aren't quite good and when I say not quite good I actually mean that it couldn't get any worst.

I'm trying my best to hold out to this situation but it's being so damn hard. I feel like I'm going to collapse in any minute but there is one person who's keeping this from happening. She's blond, has the most amazing blue eyes and to be honest here, she's perfect. I also like to call her my best friend. Or Brooke Havens.

Ever since I told her about my brother she has being the best friend anyone could ever ask for. She's the one I know for sure that always will be here for me. Helping me getting through all this shit.

But regardless of all that there is times where I just want to scape. It doesn't have to be forever. It could be one day only. One day far from here. One day where I could dedicate to myself and only myself. One day of freedom.

"Greggy, Greggy!" My sister bursted in my room smiling and jumped on my bed.

But until that day comes I'll just have to be strong.

"Hey baby girl." I said holding her little body and lifting it up on the air making her giggle. I brought her down again and she yawned.

"Already sleepy? It's only four in the afternoon!" I mocked her tickling her tummy. She yawned again.

I'll take that as a yes, then. I chuckled and she laid on my bed.

"Greg mommy is out. Can I sleep here?" She asked already getting comfortable.

Wait. Out? Since when? She's never out without telling me before.

I frowned. "Out? Where's-" I didn't bother finishing my question since my little sister was fast asleep in my bed. I smiled and moved a lock of hair away from her face. I looked towards the window and sighed.

Where the hell is my mom?

I quietly left my room to make sure my sister wouldn't wake up. I got to the living room and dialed my mom's number.

It rang and rang.

No answer.

I called once more.

No answer.

Relax Greg! She's probably out for groceries and her battery is dead. No need to panic.

As time passed I tried my best to distract myself with TV or texting Brooke but I was still worried. She hadn't called or texted or anything yet.

When I realized, eight hours had passed.

I ran to her room to check her closet. Half of her clothes were gone. My heart started racing.

I tried to call her once more.

No answer.

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath as I felt every single cell on my body. I need to do something.

Before I knew I had my phone next to my ear again, only this time I wasn't calling my mom.

"Greg?" Brooke answered.

"Hey Brooke. Listen, can you come over?" I asked her right away. Even I could tell how worried I sounded.

"Why? What happened?" She asked.

"My mom, I can't find her. She's gone."

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I felt relieved when I heard the knock on the door. Even more relieved when Brooke came in my house.

"Hey. Where's your sister?" She asked as she took a sit next to me on the couch.

"S-she's upstairs sleeping." I managed to say. My whole body was shaking and only bad thoughts filled my mind. I watched as Brooke covered her mouth with her hands and sighed.

"Ok, I'm going to take care of her. You go find your mom." She told me. I got up still shaky and nodded.

I was about to leave when Brooke surprised me with a hug. I knew her well, she hates hugs. But for some reason, feeling the warmness of her body made me feel a tiny bit better.

"It's going to be alright." She said to me with her both arms still wrapped around me. I took a deep breath and felt myself relax for a few seconds.

After that I left my house.

3 HOURS LATER

I unlocked my door and walked in it. Once I was in I threw my keys on the counter and stopped. I just stopped and looked at nothing in particular.

Not even a sight of her. Nothing. I can't even begin to explain what's going through my mind right now.

"Greg?" A sweet voice came from upstairs.

After that, I heard steps. Brooke came closer to me with a worried look on her face.

I said nothing. Just looked down.

I knew she would get the message. And she did. She came closer to me and hugged me once more. This time I didn't really feel any better.

"Greg, I'm really sorry." She said looking deep down my eyes. I had no words left by then I was ruined.

"Look. I'm going to stay here tonight. You have no conditions to take care of your sister by yourself. We'll figure things out tomorrow. We'll call the police. You're mom may show up by then." She said getting away from me again and taking her bag from the couch.

"I'm just going to stop by my place to get my things okay? I'll be right back." She said. I was still unable to say anything. I wasn't even processing what she was saying. I only nodded.

She glanced at me once more before opening the door and leaving. It was right there, right when she closed that door that I felt everything I had felt that day coming off me. Every pain, every worry just felt off me.

I was a mess.

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I felt someone tapping my shoulder.

"Greg?".

I opened my eyes to see Brooke's beautiful face in front of me.

"Erm, sorry to wake you up but there is a man here who wants to talk to you." she informed me.

I slowly sat on the bed squeezing my eyes shut and opening them again.

"Who?" I asked. She shrugged.

"Said he knows you."

I got up and stretched my body.

I moved myself to the front door where a fancy dressed man stood. He looked like he was nervous. Even more nervous when I appeared in front of him.

"May I help you?" I asked frowning. The man didn't answer. He looked at me from head to toe in disbelief.

"Gregory?" He asked. That voice... I knew it from somewhere. He remembers me of someone. But who?

"Yeah..."

He froze again. Wait.

Is it just me or this guy really looks like my...

Oh no. It can't be. It can't be him.

"Dad?" 

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Hello readers! Sooooo Greg's father is back... How do you guys felt about it? I don't actually have someone to play Greg's dad so just imagine him as you like. Megan's picture is on the side :)

Stay awesome.

Love yall,

Carol.

PS: Who sees Teen Wolf? Isn't Stiles like the cutest? I love him. No wonder I chose Dylan to play Greg ;)