Love's Mercy

Bryelle

I took a few deep breaths after Laya ran off, already feeling guilty for sniping at her and messing up poppa's party. Thankfully only the people around me noticed and at the same time, the worst possible thing is that only the people around me noticed it.

"You wanna tell us what the hell just happened?" Joe asked.

"Yeah, especially since I heard my name thrown in there a few times." Matt said.

"No thanks, I don't wanna talk about it. I'm not gonna translate it, I've gotta go find my sister. Help yourselves, sing Happy Birthday, just . . . forget this just happened while I go on the search." I told them, walking off after sculling my beer.

"Bry, que fue eso?" my poppa asked. (What was that?)

"Ahora no papá, dejame encontrarla." I pleaded. (Not now poppa, let me find her)

"Ustedes arreglen esto, no me gusta que anden peleando." my mom said. (You two fix this, I don't like the two of you fighting.)

"Yes ma'am."

I ran into the kitchen, grabbing the first set of keys I could find and hopped into my momma's car. I know Laya like the back of my hand so I know where she's going. There's a beach about ten minutes from poppa's new house, it's a place we used to run to when we were teenagers and we had bad dreams or flashbacks. It was our hiding place, the one place that we knew would never fail us because it would always be there. So that's where I drove and I found her sitting on the hood of the car.

She turned to look at me and I saw the sheen of tears and the redness of anger on her face, and I knew that I was the cause of it. I parked the car next to her and took a second to breathe.

"I come in peace." I said softly, getting out of the car and sitting on the hood next to her.

"What the hell do you want? You made your thoughts very clear back there." she asked, looking at the water.

"I'm sorry, I was an asshat and I know it. I didn't mean to lash out, okay, I don't know why but I felt this sort of panic and that's what happens when I panic. You know that." I tried to reason with her.

"Why were you panicking?" she asked.

"I don't know."

"Liar."

"I said I don't know, damn it." I growled.

"There we go, you feel something for this guy don't you?" she asked with a smirk.

"No, no I don't. I came here to apologize to you for being a bitch, I don't wanna talk about Graves."

"We have a problem." she said, holding her hand out for mine.

"That's it, you're not mad at me?" I asked her, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I was but after I sat here for a few minutes and thought about it, I realized that I know you better than anyone. You lash out and get angry when something scares you."

"I don't want you to leave." I whispered.

"Bry . . . I can't . . ."

"I know you can't stay and I know why but I don't want you to leave. I didn't mean anything by the five-minute comment, I swear. I just really miss you and now that I'm on one roster I don't travel as much. I have more time at home and I wish you were here too." I admitted, trying my best not to cry.

"Don't do that." she complained, getting off of the hood and kicking up some sand.

"Do what?" I curiously asked.