|Posted by Mandy Baggot on June 24, 2014 at 2:00 AM|
It's time for another Written Fireside story and this one's entitled, Missing You.
You can read the first three parts following the links below:-
Now it's time to read my part, Part 4!
Missing You – Part Four
She’d never needed to see him more than this moment. She clung to him, pressing her body against his and drawing in that familiar scent of sandalwood, citrus, pine. Pine? That wasn’t a smell she usually associated with Sam.
She drew away and looked up at him. Before she had a chance to speak, or even think, the chocolate brown eyes were holding her captive, the kissable lips slightly parted, the frown turning into a look of concern for her.
She’d spent so many months hating him. But, looking at him now, she only remembered the good times…before Cindy.
As that thought made it through her mind she took a half step away from him.
‘You’re shaking,’ he remarked.
She pulled the sleeves of her jumper down to hide the goose bumps on her arms.
‘There was a guy…in the house.’
She barely managed to get the words out before Sam was on his cell phone summoning the police. As she described someone akin to Jason from Friday the 13th, Sam made coffee, opening cupboards and drawers, easily finding what he needed. Except milk. There was nothing in the fridge, not even food gone to waste. It was like someone had been in and sterilized every last inch. Removed every trace of her brother.
George barked as the police officers left the house.
Kaylie looked up at Sam, concern still tainting her features. What did she really want from him? Was he really the only person she could have called? Or did she call him for her own needs, not Max’s?
He moved towards her, holding out another steaming cup of coffee. She shook her head.
‘You have to keep it together, Kaylie. I get this is out of character for Max, but sometimes people need a bit of time, want to get completely off the grid,’ Sam told her. He lowered himself down onto the sofa next to her as she continued to shake her head.
‘I thought you’d understand. He’s in trouble, Sam, I just know it.’
Kaylie’s eyes caught on the small piece of red-painted wood on the coffee table in front of them. It had been there like a glowing beacon while the police had made notes on the intruder. Why hadn’t she told them about the abandoned mansion in the woods? It would have given them something to follow up, some credence to her fear that Max was in danger.
As if reading her thoughts, Sam picked up the sliver of wood, holding it between his fingers. She’d told him her theory while they waited for the cops to come.
‘You really think he’s at this place in the woods?’ Sam asked her.
‘I don’t know.’ She sucked in a breath. ‘But we need to find out.’