Choices

Chapter 51

He believed and trusted Hope to be his Co-Pilot, it's the squeaker we all know as Lui! We're down to the last few sims until we get to Evan and I'm honestly so excited for you guys to see him! The song is Losin Control by Russ.

(Hopes POV)

     Please pick up... please for the love of fuck pick up. The ringing stops and I hear Brian pick up the phone.

     "Hello?" He asks confused. I pull my coat closer to my body, I swear I can feel frostbite creeping up on me. I should have picked a warmer place to ruin away too, like Vice City.

     "Brian... I'm hungry... I'm cold... please... come get me... I want to go home..." I was shaking and my teeth were chattering, I could barely control it.

      "Where are you, I'll get you right now. Just say the word, and I'll come to get you Shortcake." He said. Leaving in the dead of winter and coming back to North Yankton was a mistake, especially when there's a blizzard going on. I felt tears run down my face, already making my face colder.

     "North Yankton, in my old hometown. I'm sorry Brian... please just come get me... I ran out of money and can't get anywhere..." On the other end of the call, I can hear Brian slam his car door and his car starting.

     "Stay where you are Hope. I'm going to fly out and get you. Holy shit, it's been weeks, the police are involved Hope. Your dad is stressing out about you missing, and Holly and Autumn have been in hysterics since you left. I don't even want to get started on how I've been handling this... Hope, I thought you were dead." The tears just fell faster down my face.

     "Please... just hurry... I'm running out of time on this payphone... I'm in Ludendorff... where dad was in that bank robbery... I miss-" The call ended before I could tell him I missed him. 

     Those were my last quarters. I hang the phone back up and step out of the telephone booth, back into the bitter cold. I go sit on the snowy dirty ground between two buildings and wait. Wait for Brian, or wait for hypothermia to get me. 

     Why did I do this? Why in the hell did I do this? The fight wasn't even that big, but when he started acting like I wasn't there when I tried talking to him or walking with him, is when it really set in. I thought I could prove a point that I didn't need anyone to help me, I was completely wrong. I just hope that he gets her fast enough.

     I pull my blanket closer to me, as I wake up. I felt cold but the sweat pouring down my face said otherwise. I kick off the blankets and lean over to turn on the bedside lamp. I'm just going to keep writing these down until they go away or I get dreams that aren't about my past. I pull out the yellow notebook from the drawer as well as a pen. I scan over all the dreams and flashbacks that I've had since they started back in Los Santos, 76 in total, and all about Brian and I. Going missing and back in North Yankton during winter, I write out. 

     I wonder if Brian is having these memories come back to him as well. If Brian is alive for the matter, no he's smart, he and the guys know how to take care of themselves. They were doing fine before me, they're probably doing a helluva lot better without me. I set my notebook on the bed and get up, blindly walking over to my desk and computer. It's only 11 there, he should be up still. I turn on the computer and wait for it to start up. I guess a call won't hurt anyone.

     I take my phone off of the charger and go to my camera. I put on my headphones and smile at the camera as I take a picture. I look at it and see the bags underneath my eyes getting worse. It's better than nothing. I go to my Lifeinvader page and I post the picture with the caption, Trying to sleep in this city is like trying not to sing along to your favorite song, it just ain't happening. John and Luke thought it would be a great idea to set up a Lifeinvader page for me to try and meet more people as well as rekindle with old high school friends, which I had none except for Holly, Autumn, and Brian.