Brady's PoV

The afternoon after that night. 2:13

I grab my head into my hands. Small cries fill the room as I rock back and forth on the bed.

" It's all my fault. It's all mine." I chant as the tears finally fall.

There is only one person who can see them. Who will always see my tears first.

But this time, He doesn't do anything. From inside, he is as broken as me and I know it.

But he wont show. He wouldn't say anything. He wouldn't talk to me.

" I'm sorry" I cry harder. " I'm so sorry Austin--I just"

" Stop. I know. I know."

The emotion in his voice kills me. It tugs that cord, the cord that has already been repeatedly pulled and cracked and broken.

It makes me bleed. From the inside.

And I can do nothing as my tears soak my white t-shirt.

I just let it all out.

The evening after that night. 6:26

Izzy screams at me. She yells at me but I can't hear it.

It's all numb.

It's all my fault.

24 hours after her disappearance.

We could finally make the police report now.

The cameras were apparently useful. The hidden ones on the street and everywhere else.

I can't remember the exact words now. My fucking brain isn't working.

The actual visible cameras were managed very carefully but obviously the police are very smart.

They know what was up. They made calls. They did everything.

They found her.

She's stuck in some warehouse.