Crying For Help

Chapter Eight

BrittanyBlum, thank you for the feedback on the last chapter! It gave me a bit of motivation to write, and now look, another chapter! The next day! I did this all at 1:00am in the morning so excuse grammatical errors. x.x Well, now to the story!

Brandon's P.O.V.

Yay. My family. The ones who hated me and mentally abused me, I'm glad we're all here. Hence, sarcasm. I put my backpack in my room and walked out into my kitchen where my mom was cooking dinner. "You can make something yourself." She said as she placed chicken into the oven. I sighed and waked out of the house, I didn't bring anything. They would probably yell at me for leaving but I'd cross that road when I got there.

I walked around, deciding I would go try to find Thomas who was probably with Bo. I walked to where the were and the place was empty. I decided to go sit where Bo was earlier but changed my mind. I looked and there was a small bit of blood, not a lot, just enough to be seen. I stood up, I have to go to the police station. Now. I ran there, not caring about anything. I don't know what happened. Even if I didn't trust Bo- wait, what if that was Thomas' blood and Bo hurt him?!

I ran faster, angry. I knew I couldn't trust him! Once I ran in I didn't expect to see what I did. It was Thomas. He was giving a board back to the ldy and the reception desk. He turned around, "Brandon? What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Well, I went to go where you guys were but there was blood. I got worried and came here." I left out the part about me thinking it was Bo.

"Ya, the blood is Bo's.. I ended up going back to him after I left you and he was being put in a van." I nodded, trying to soak in all that he just said.

Thomas said everything that he saw and everything that happened to the police as I sat there, when asked me what I saw I explained that I got there after everything had already happened and just got worried when I aww the blood. He nodded and asked us to explain what Bo looked like and he asked Thomas for more details which he gave.

We walked out of there and Thomas spoke up, "We have to do something." I nodded even though I wasn't up for it. I was more of the scaredy cat type, I was scared easily and I was already scared by just the thought of it. "So, I don't know what we could do yet but.. we'll think.. just think. We need to try to figure out where they went."

"Tire tracks?" I offered and Thomas nodded enthusiastically.

"Perfect! Let's go!" He started running back to where everything took place and I ran close behind. Maybe for once I'll do something, maybe my family won't be proud of me for it, but maybe I could be proud of myself. That would be nice.

Thank for reading! Sorry it was so short. ;-; I have a question though, I know the book isn't finished yet, but when it is finished do you what a sequel? Would you read it?