Saving Aubrey

"Where is she?" I demanded to know, thrusting the gun closer to his face.

"I'll never tell!" he declared, taking another step backwards.

"Where is she?" I screeched, really beginning to lose my cool. My hand was starting to ache from gripping the gun so hard.

"I told you! I'm not telling!" he said, stumbling back a few more steps. He stepped back and I stepped forward, matching his steps. Soon his back was pressed up against the wall and I didn't hesitate to get in his face.

"Brandon, I'm not playing around anymore! Where is she?" I demanded for the last time. I couldn't believe this was all because I'd told mom about the fight he got in at school. It wasn't my fault he was so possessive of his girlfriend.

I pressed the gun into his gut and gave him my coldest glare. I guess it worked, because he sighed in defeat before spilling the beans.

"Under my bed," he mumbled. He probably hadn't cleaned under his bed in years! Normally I wouldn't even go near his stink bomb of a room at all, but this was different. I would really have to congratulate him on his choice of hiding place: it was definitely last place I'd ever think to look.

The paintball gun slipped from my hand and clattered to the tile floor, probably breaking the ancient thing. But I didn't care; all I cared about was getting my poor baby out of that stink hole.

I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time and paused in front of Brandon's bedroom door to take in a breath of fresh air. I pushed the door open and launched myself onto the slippery hardwood floor, sliding like a penguin to the edge of his bed. I stuck my hand under and grimaced in disgust when I touched something that felt like a rotten apple core.

I reached in a little further and sighed in relief when I felt Aubrey's smooth lacquer under my fingertips. I wrapped my hand around her neck and carefully slid her out. "Oh Aubrey, I'm so sorry! I'll never let that mean man touch you again!" I cooed as I checked her over for any damage. Once I was sure I had no reason to go back downstairs to murder my brother I hugged Aubrey to my chest and fled the stench of Brandon's room.

I stepped into the hallway just as my dad did. If anybody outside of my family saw me--seventeen year old, star football player and king of the populars--hugging my guitar like I was afraid it'd grow legs and run away, they would have been shocked. And after they got over the shock, they would tease the hell out of me for it. But my dad, well, I guess he was used to it.

"Son, you are way too obsessed with that guitar," he informed me, chuckling and shaking his head in mock disapproval.  

"I know dad, I know..."

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Hello, hello, thanks for reading ! I hope you liked it !

Just so you know, that's the end ! I don't plan on writing anymore to this. It was just something I wrote because, well, I felt like writing, but I couldn't decide where to start the next chapter of my actual book. :)

The picture on the side is Aubrey, very attractive lady, right ? ;)

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Okay, so today, I was just scrolling down my profile page when the little piece of writing above this caught my eye. Wanna know what it said ? 'Action #480'

I have no freaking clue how that happened, considering the fact that there are only 9 reads, 1 vote and 2 comments on this at the moment, but I don't really care! I am completely flipping out, I never thought I'd ever actually show up on the charts at all! So, I just want to thank the nine people who have read this (and anyone else who is reading this now) 'cause you just made my day! 

Well, technically, you started my day off well... it's 12:20 am and I really don't know what I'm going to do, 'cause I'm too pumped to sleep... Oh well, my problem, not yours ;)