Sister Styles

{10} Making Up

It's nearing two in the morning and I've been trying to call and text Payton all day. I even went to his house four times and no one was home. I'm stressing out. I may have really lost him this time.

This relationship I have with Payton is like an addiction. I can't lose him. It stresses me out, it scares me. Being without him for a period of time, is like being without food for a month. He's my best friend. I know it sounds crazy and insane, but he's the brother I never had. He was the brother that was there when Harry wasn't. I already don't have Harry. I can't lose Payton too.

I tried his cell again. Please pick up. Please pick up. My thoughts repeated over and over. It rang only three times then went to voicemail. This is ridiculous!

Well, it's 1:43AM. He has to be at home in bed.

I snatched my coat and mitts from the closet and raced out the door. My door wasn't exactly broken off the hinges or anything, he just jammed the doorknob really badly. It doesn't close all the way so I have to keep the chain lock on. It's complicated to put on when you're on the outside of the door, and I think I might have a bad bruise tomorrow from squeezing my arm through the small space between my door and the frame. Payton's buying me a new door.

I fled from the building, hauling over a cab.

"Where to, miss?" The cab driver asked, his voice was deep and heavy.

"You can just drop me off at the gates of Stonehaven." I directed him, pulling on my seatbelt, beginning the prayer of hoping Payton will open his door.

I never really trusted cab drivers. That's why I never let them drop me off at the exact destination. I just had them dump me about a block or two away. I don't know why, I just have trust issues.

It was silent in the vehicle as he drove smoothly through the streets. The roads were slushy and muddy as we drove by. Small snowflakes gently danced through the sky, falling slowly before the big storm. It was supposed to storm tonight. Probably not the best idea to have left my flat, but I'm desperate by now.

The cab rolled to the destination stop and I payed the man before watching the cab roll away. Sticking my hands in my pockets, I realized I now have no money. How am I supposed to get home? If Payton's not home, I'll be walking in a snowstorm. I have nothing on me.

I just sighed and started walking. The streetlights weren't the brightest but were bright in their orange lighting enough for me to see where I was walking exactly. I passed by houses, both small and big. Bungalows, two-storey's. Payton lived with his dad who was never home due to late work nights and travel a lot. Payton mentioned his dad was in Scotland right now for a three-day conference.

Payton's house came into view, a pretty big house, might I add. This part of Cheshire, was called Stonehaven, also known for where the rich junkies live. My mum used to live in here but moved on the other side of town into a small and cozy townhouse. It was only her and Robin living together so she didn't need the big space anymore.

I walked up the driveway, to his door. No lights on in the front of the house. I knocked gently on the door, sighing as my thoughts told me to just leave now.

No answer or movement.

I knocked harder, louder. "C'mon, Payton," I said, aloud, but just quietly to myself. "Just answer the door. I know you're home."

Again, no answer or movement.

I rang the doorbell. Maybe he'll hear that. No answer again. I groaned and cursed under my breath.

I remembered, carefully, the first weekend Payton and I started hanging out at this new house, after his parents divorced. I had just started senior year and Payton was going to start driving me to school in the mornings. It was just him home, but he wouldn't answer the door after I knocked twenty-seven times, so I called him. He told me to go around back and climb in through the dining room window, all because he was too lazy to come open the door.