Right Here With You (Clay LaBrant)

Chapter 17

Amber's POV

It was Myles 18th birthday today. He's grown so much!

I got out of bed and freshened up. Now time to do a surprise Happy Birthday wake up to Myles!

I'm bursted in his door hoping he isn't masturbating.

I find an empty bed. No human being what so ever.

Maybe he's hiding, or he snuck out.

I looked around his bed and I saw a piece of paper.

Curiosity took over me and I unfolded the piece of notebook paper.

Ohhhh a note!

Dear Mom, Daryl, Amber, Gabby, Ava, and Little Ave,

For awhile I have been talking to dad. I know where he is, but I never told him where we are. So don't worry. He said he missed his kids and that he wants to see them. I decided that one day I would see him. But we waited till I turned 18 so nothing could count as me kidnapped or missing. And I'm an adult now. Dad said there are many great opportunities where he is at. So don't worry I'm fine! I love you all very much!

Love,

Myles.

I dropped the piece of paper. Tears rolled down my eyes. Myles is gone. He knows where dad is. He's been talking to dad! How could he do this to us?

"Happy Birthday! Where's Myles?" Gabby popped in. She noticed the tears rolling down my cheek.

"Amber what's wrong?" Gabby asked. I pointed to the note.

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Us as a family sat in the living room. In silent.

No one spoke.

No one looked up.

Just sat there thinking about my brother who had ran away.

To be with the man that betrayed my mom.

The man who betrayed us.

It doesn't surprise me that my dad persuaded Myles to be with him. They always had a special connection.

Clay's POV

I held Amber in my arms as she told me the story about her brother.

From it being his birthday.

To the note.

All the way to the part where he ran away.

I couldn't imagine Cole or Jack running away. It was hard enough when Luke moved out.

Amber's POV

Being Clay's arm helped, a little bit.

Too much is happening right now.

We can't do anything about Myles. He's 18 now.

By now Myles could be half way across the country. I just hope he's safe.

He can defend himself. I just know he can. Which makes me worry a little less, but still, he's gone for who know how long.

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I stopped crying. It's just a fact I'm going to have to get over.

'It will be ok.' I told myself.

He can't be gone forever. I'll see him one day again.

"Do you wanna go out get your mind off things?" Clay asked me.

I guess I could go out.

"Yeah, where would we go?" I asked.

"Putt putt golfing. I have a coupon for that." Clay said with a cheesy smile.

I laughed at his weirdness, and the fact that he might actually have a coupon for putt putt golfing.

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We were at the 13th hole so far I'm losing, of course.

I kept twirling around the putting club.

It's kinda like my flag I use in Color Guard. Except it doesn't have a flag and it's shorter and smaller.

Clay went and got it in after 2 tries. Now I'm prepared to fail.

I lightly tapped the ball.

It was going good at first then it got to a hill.

It went up half way and the rolled back down.

"Really? Fucking really?" I said annoyed.

Clay laughed and I stuck my tongue out at him.

I hit the ball but I put a little more force into it.

I guess you could say it was too much force because it flew and landing in a pond.

"I'm fucking done!" I dropped the club.

"Amber it will be ok." Clay said trying to calm me done.

Well, I'm actually calm. I just can't believe someone could be so bad at this.

"I know. At least we discovered that I can not do putt putt golfing." I said with a smile.

"Well then we can play together." Clay said.

What the fuck is he talking about?

"What?" I asked.

"We would do the thing like the couples do in the movies. Where the guys wrap their arms around the girl and they do it together." Clay said.

"I would love to do that!" I said.

We walked over to the next one.

Clay wrapped his arm around me and we held the the putting club together.

We struck the ball not too lightly but not to hard.

The ball rolled straight into the hole.

"Hole in one bitches!" I screamed getting attention and weird looks from strangers.

It's ok though, because I'm with someone who accepts my weirdness and he's right here with me.

Yes, I am talking about Clay Ryan LaBrant.

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