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18 - Do Your Worst

Bryson's POV

I have searched for what seems like an eternity, It's been 1 month since I got back. The search for her started the day after and it's been a whole month. I look like I've been trough it and god knows I have.

NO ONE

No one has been able to at least give me the slightest hope that she is okay or that they've seen her, everywhere I look is a dead end and to think that this has only been going on for 1 month.

Carter and the twins have been the only thing keeping me sane from all of this search. I feel like I'm being a child and growing impatient, but the longer the search gets the longer the days pass that Peyton is with that abusive bastard.

It was her choice to go back and I don't know why she would even consider ever going back, but none of it was up to me and I don't know what it feels like to be in her situation so I have no room to say anything about that.

All I want is to have her here safe with me and I want to know that she's going to be okay and that she is loved, which is selfish of me to want her by my side and at this point all i would want for her is for her to be safe anywhere that's not with him.

My mind has always been so clouded and equally confused as to why things like this happen, but this is life and after everything I should be use to it.
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I realize I've been staring at myself in the mirror in a daze.

I look like shit and I need to get myself together before I lose it and things get worse not only for me but for her and for everyone in my life, that's the last thing that I want right now.

I get in the shower and clean myself up to start my search today and hope for a better day than yesterday.

I have a list of places that I go to but today I decided I'd go to the place I hadn't gone to in weeks, the park.

I wasn't going thinking I'd find her I was genuinely just going to gain a little hope that I could. Just the way I did that day.

I walked around just wanting to feel that little joy I felt when I walked with her, but with every view it reminded me of all those times. I snapped out of the way I was feeling when I saw something familiar.

On one of the stands keeping the rules of the park their was Peyton's chapstick she would always have and i immediately knew it was hers because it had this design she added to it.

I grabbed it and looked at it wondering why she would of left it here.

I look around it and just see the design, I open it and find that theirs no longer anything in it but a note.

I tap at it until it slips out into my hand, I take a deep breath and open it.

"I'm taking a leap of faith here and hope that you find this Bryson, I just want you to know that I'm alive. I love you and thank you, I'm so sorry"

It looks really scribbled and not like her handwriting which makes me wonder how she even was able to write this or how she did.

I hold the little chapstick and note in my hand breathing a sigh of relief, theirs hope.

I just can't give up.

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