*BEFORE YOU BEGIN*

This part is told in third person and will be switched back to first in the next chapter. I understand some of you (actually one) have wondered where Brian and Rivyn are so... ;) Mind as well make a chapter with them, no?

#Brivyn

To those who don't know who Brian and Rivyn are, REMINDER, they are Jessie's parents.

Rivyn to der right pic >>>

And this isn't a flashback; it's what is currently happening as Jessie is in Hong Kong :)

In case you forgot, Isaac is Jessie's childhood friend from before she got locked in the port-a-potty, who she played the Coke Challenge with.

Credit goes to Hot Wheels and High Heels.

Sorry for the wait.

Thanks for killem' them goals. ily

#24 on Action & Science Fiction. Tbh omfg wtf (insert OMG emoji here). Hoping 2 get 2 top 7 on both. imo we can do it!

(yep. I just went all text savvy on you. #sorrynotsorry)

Drum roll please...

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Entering the Daniel's old Cap Cod home, Isaac followed their British butler into the finished kitchen. His head remained low, the black haired curtain dropped over his face. Jessie's disappearance seemed to take a toll on him and weights of grief had been resting on his shoulders since.

He didn't understand how she could have simply disappeared. What he recalled that night was Jessie running to the port-a-potty after finishing Coke number thirty one. Then him dashing off into the trees to take a very long piss.

It never dawned on Isaac how chilly it had gotten, and his penis froze. Struggling for ten minutes, he finally put the icy pole back in his pants and arrived at the picnic table. "Jessie?" he had called several times, failing a response. He had made his way to the port-a-pottys and stopped. A chain reaction clicked and through shock, panic and utter terror, Isaac had dealt with the situation differently.

He told Jessie's parents that she was sleeping over, and they agreed (an hour of persuading Brian later). Skipping school and searching for her, he had eventually realized she was kidnapped. And boy, it was hard to break the news to the Daniels. They hadn't taken it so nicely; Brian tearing the couch and flipping the coffee table. It looked like Edward and Bella just had sex in their living room.

Isaac skipped the next few days at school; there was no point in going if he didn't have anyone to hang with. Besides the constant questioning of the police, Jessie's disappearance had nearly made him mute. So he decided he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. He had to talk to someone and find more information of where she could be. That led him to the Daniels.

He thanked the blond butler for guiding him to the grand kitchen. White tiles not glinting as much as they used to, the counters full of papers and unwashed dishes, Isaac frowned to see the pile of dirty plates in the sink. Being the mannered boy he was asked if he could take a seat.

"Of course," clucked Jessie's mother, Rivyn. She dabbed her cigar in the golden tray and remained sitting at the kitchen table. His sad gaze noted the dark bags that rested under her bright brown eyes, her hair tied up revealing signs of flushed, red cheeks.

Isaac sulking onto the kitchen seat, he found Brian sitting in the living room couch with a newspaper.

"Hi Isaac," Brian said roughly, covering his face with the newspaper.

"Hello, sir," he responded and pushed up his glasses.

The moment was more awkward then Isaac pictured it. After he told them the news, Rivyn ushered him out of the house while her husband destroyed the furniture, telling him to come another time. She was sweet about it and handed her daughter's incident oddly well.

This was also why he was here, to finally confront the Daniels, him being the last person to see Jessie before she left. Fearful about their reactions towards him, he was puzzled by their casual tones.

Rivyn gingerly cushioned her black beehive looking hair while blowing a smoke. "Isaac, I know you're having an affair with our daughter."

His eyes widened. "What?!" He never even kissed Jessie before, let alone have an affair. Sure he dreamed endlessly and wished constantly of it, but she was never interested.

She lifted a shoulder. "It wasn't that hard to piece together. Last week's movie night, ice cream Tuesday's, and other...things..." She held his gaze, softening her face. "Honey, just tell us why she left. Did you say something to her? Jessie can be impulsive like me sometimes."

His words were stuck in his throat.

An outrageous theory must have found its way through her mind, her brows arched, shocked. "Isaac, what did you do?"

Isaac gapped. "Do? Do?!"

Brian spoke, lowering his reading glasses. "She means, what did you do to make Jessie leave?"

He drew his seat back. "I did nothing! I'm telling you!"

The parents exchanged knowing looks. "He did something," Brian said.

"Totally." Rivyn nodded. She waved her cigar at Isaac. "You've been best friends with her for ten years and a couple for probably ages. I have a feeling you both lost your virginity to each other too, what-two years ago maybe?" She sighed, misty fog breathing from her lips. "She never tells me anything these days."

Maybe because you're never around, he thought.

"C'mon," she said, "you must have done something."

He flagged his hands like a crossing guard, his voice raising. "For Pete's sake! I'm telling the damn truth! I made a rush for the bathroom, did my business, but when I came back to the picnic table-"

"Oh, God. It was the sex. It was, wasn't it? You stopped giving her sex."

Isaac groaned. "Mrs.Daniels, we're not even-"

"You forgot, didn't you? I told you this already." She drew a long groan, closing her eyes before opening and saying, "Once Jessie is hooked on something, you must continue giving it to her; such as her Friday mocha lattes-you know she needs those. It's dangerous not to give Jessie sex. Same with men too. Tell your older sister, it's dangerous if you don't give a man sex. If you don't, he'll slip on his hiking boots and hit the road," she said.

"If it's so damn dangerous," Brian mumbled behind the paper, "Then how come I don't get some?"

Rivyn fired a nasty look across the room. "Because I've been hoping you'll hit the road."

Isaac covered his eyes, rubbing his temples with his two fingers. He forgot how odd the Daniel's relationship was, the love/hate atmosphere both hilarious and mind aching.

"Perhaps Jessie disappeared for a different reason," Rivyn said, grounding her cigarette and then taking out another. She cupped her hand and lit it quick before blowing a puff. "Hey, maybe it wasn't our daughter's fault." She tapped the end. "You know, I was reading the paper last week. A man was abducted by aliens. Disappeared in a blink of an eye."

"Uh-huh," Brian said. "Jessie was abducted by aliens."

"Shut up!" Rivyn snapped. "Like you know what happens in outer space."

"I wouldn't have been surprised if you knew," he muttered. She shot a cold glare over her shoulder.

Isaac cleared this throat. "How can you be so calm about this? Jessie disappearing and all..."

Rivyn curled the cigar between her fingers. "Honey, when you've been through what Brian and I have been through, you learn how to keep your emotions internal and not let them surface. We've struggled many times, and once you reach that certain point, your body is too exhausted to break down again. You learn how to let your emotions simmer."

His lips fell, scooting closer to the table. "I don't understand. Jessie told me that you guys met very easily and had no trouble falling in love."

She rumbled a deep belly laugh. "She tells you everything, doesn't she?"

Well, she wouldn't have anyone else to tell, Isaac responded to himself.

"If you must know honey, that wasn't how Brian and I met. Our love story isn't exactly a good role modelling story, that being the reason why we didn't want to tell Jessie."

Rivyn didn't understand why she was telling Isaac this, but with the bundle of emotions boiling inside of her, she had to let it out somehow; through the truth perhaps. "When you have a child, Isaac, you have an instinct to keep them safe. You want them to become good, well educated children who stayed out of trouble and take the right paths. Brian and I were not those types of kids back then; the opposite to be exact. And telling Jessie our real story wouldn't be a positive example."

He nodded, still unsure where this was going.

Blowing another puff, she carried on with revealing the true love story. How Brian was Rivyn's brutal enemy in high school and because of their past, the two never got along and were forced to live under the same roof. How forgiveness played a crucial role and was the glue to their relationship. But what stunned Isaac the most was Brian's past.

He was on the edge of his seat by the time she was done, still wondering about Brian. "So let me get this straight," Isaac said, carefully eyeing her. "When Brian was in his late seventeen's, his mother brought him to brain surgery, where they could extract specific memories from the brain?"

Amber lights crinkled at the tip of her cigarette as she puckered for another blow. "Yes." He coughed as he inhaled the smoke cloud. She apologized and shifted away.

"But why did his mother want his memory erased?"

"Brian and I don't know much because his mother refuses to tell him what happened during those memories he lost, but we do know Brian was very corrupted when he was young. Growing up without a father and influenced by their rough neighbourhood, Brian had gotten into crazy trouble that no teenager should be getting into. Apparently they were terrible and every mother's worst nightmare. Point being, his mother didn't want him to be corrupted and didn't want him haunted by those horrifying experiences. She decided it would be best if they just erased them all-including some of his childhood."

"Did it work?" he asked.

Brian laid his paper on the new coffee table and perched his reading glasses on his head. "What do you think, Isaac? My mother raised me well: Look at this stunning home we have, the beautiful daughter we raised-"

"I wouldn't say that," Isaac blurted. He suddenly wished he could die.

Brian's eyebrows skyrocketed. "Are you saying my daughter isn't beautiful?"

Isaac's cheeks flamed and he quickly rushed, "Nonono. Heavens no sir. Your daughter is very very very beautiful. Hips like J-Lo. Legs like Beyoncé. Boobs like-"

"Are you a pervert, Isaac?" Brian's harsh tone making the boy squeak.

"Nono, sir. I-I'm just saying your daughter is-"

"Honey, don't hurt yourself," Rivyn cooed, placing her rough hands on the boy.

He swallowed what looked like a golf ball of air and nodded. Pushing up his glasses he said to Brian, "What I was trying to say is that luxury items, for example your home, do not define if you are a better person. It's about how you feel about yourself." He dropped his gaze, now fiddling with his stubby thumbs.

Brian simmered the aggressive tone and softened his brows. "Yes, I suppose you have a point." He rubbed his hand down his face, drawing a sigh. "What I was saying before you interrupted was that my mother raised me well because I have a stunning home, a beautiful daughter with"-he air quoted-"'legs-like-J-Lo', a fine paid job, and one of the greatest things in world." He gave Rivyn a slow, charming smile. "Waiting for me whenever I come home is a gorgeous woman who loves me."

She snorted to Isaac. "Loves you? Isn't that your mother?"

Her husband only laughed, puzzling Isaac even more. He would never understand this couple's relationship.

She rolled her eyes and curled the cigarette along her fingers. "Anyways, the brain surgery Brian took was not fully tested, meaning unknown errors could occur, but Brian's mother took the chance. After the surgery was finished, she told him that she could not speak of his past actions, and promised it was for his own good. He no longer had memories and forgot basically everything that happened from ages thirteen to seventeen. However, weeks after the surgery, Brian started to recall his memories through dreams, but that was a while back."

Speaking of the man himself, Brian pulled a seat and slung his arm around her shoulder. Isaac tried to divert his eyes from the man's messy blond hair, drained murky eyes and the stress lines drawn across his sallow features, but found himself saddened.

"If we're on this topic, I suggest I say something," Brian said, stroking her shoulder. "I've been having the dreams again. They are becoming more vivid."

Isaac drawn to this intriguing discovery, he scooted closer and asked, "What are they about?"

He gave a tired sigh. "It's usually when I'm about seventeen or so. I'm talking to people, the common topic being drugs. Importing them to places." He massaged his temples with his thumb. "It's hard to explain. I can't recall much from the dreams, but I remember many constantly used words; Bloody Trio...Slein...212... Cold Bloods..."

"Meaning: vampire three way, clean, New York and reptiles," Rivyn concluded.

"Your ability to connect words with things sucks butt," Brian grinned.

"It does not!" she snapped, inhaling the smoke.

He tossed a thumb to her and told Isaac, "It does so. One time, I told her what a wanker was; you know a boy who masturbatess. You know what she says next? 'It sounds like wafers'." He sliced his hand through the air. "Never had a wafer stick since-or else I picture a dude wankingg."

Isaac's glasses nearly fell off and he covered his mouth from exploding.

She hit Brian upside the head. He winced, having her crack a smile. "For your information, wankers and wafers sound somewhat similar."

Brian pointed an accusing finger to the cigarette. "I think all that smoke has been going to your head."

"At least I have something in my head," she countered.

"The memory, guys," Isaac reminded.

Brian threw a cruel glare to her before turning. "Yes." He squinted, the mental shovels digging through his memory. "Last week I had a dream of me at a table with a man. His eyes were intimidating at a point where I felt like I couldn't escape his gaze, stuck within his honey eyes. I was handcuffed to the table legs and he wasn't. We were drinking and talking about children for a weird reason."

He waved his hands. "Anyway, I think the man was saying how if he ever had a son, he would mean the world to him, hopefully taking after his place and especially, his eye colour for it represented great meaning in the world of gangs. They say the eyes reflect what type of man you are and hold the windows to your soul."

Rivyn groaned. "Not again with the gang nonsense, hon. All those stories you've told Jessie were from your dreams."

"That could be real," Isaac suggested. He studied her with a hard look. "You said he could recall memories from his dreams. What if those stories were real? What if those dreams were actually memories?"

"Quit talking rubbish," she said, plugging the cigarette in her mouth.

Her husband snatched the cigarette and crushed it with his fingers, tossing it onto the tray. Her eyes flared and he grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight. "Listen, Isaac has a point." He gave her another squeeze. "What if they are actual memories?"

She chewed on her bottom lip, something she did a lot of last night while thinking about Jessie. "Brian... think logical here. Is it possible that you could have done or been a part of all that? All those adventures and murders and heists..."

"I don't remember, but maybe so."

Afraid of that response, she bit down hard and blood started to leak across the red puckers. She hissed. "Dammit, my lips hurt."

"Do your knees hurt too?" smirked Brian.

She smacked his arm and he threw back laughing again.

Isaac slammed his hands on the table. "Can you guys just focus for one second?!"

"I would but her ugly face just catches so much attention," Brian said.

"I would but his ego blocks my focus point," Rivyn said.

"This is your daughter you're talking about! How can you be so calm?!" he exclaimed, agitated.

Brian broke a sad smile. "Isaac. You have a long way to go. When you're our age, you realize that in order to get through the rough storm, you have to find every shining light whenever possible in order to direct you out."

"We love Jessie, Isaac," she added, reaching over to hold the boy's hand. "She wouldn't want us mopping around, she would want us to remain positive and to help find her without allowing the grief to affect us. We love our daughter so much. We will never stop looking for her." Water glistened over her eyes, and she blinked, fighting away the tears.

Brian made a soft hush noise, and did a vigorous rub on her shoulder. "It's okay. We'll find her."

She nodded, and gathered a shaky breath. "I know we will."

He smiled, leaned down and planted his lips on his wife.

"Ow! You just kissed my eye, fucktard!"

A bittersweet feeling tingled up Isaac's stomach, the sight of their unusual but strong affiliation making him yearn for Jessie. His heart ached as he missed laying beside her on the Central Park grass, stargazing every Sunday and laughing about random things. He missed her smile and felt a tug at his chest. He wondered for a moment how her lips would taste. Then stopped dead. What was he doing? Torturing himself with these taunting thoughts; how miserable.

Suddenly, Brian yanked away, catching their attention. "Wait. If those dreams were real memories from my past..." His smile dropped cold.

Creases in Rivyn's forehead thickened. "Are you okay?" she asked, alarmed.

Fear enveloped his face, a look of terror sealed. He shot up so fast, the chair tumbled back onto the floor. He spoke frantically. "I've made a terrible mistake in the past, something to deal with our daughter."

Isaac and Rivyn pushed their chairs and stood. "What? What is it?" she asked.

Brian grabbed the car keys. "I think I know where Jessie is."

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Dun-Dun-Dahhhh

If you have any questions or confusions, comment and I'll help ASAP.

Thought I'd take a break from the intense action and give an insight of other people and (hopefully) some humour which I'm not sure was even funny.

Ha Brivyn are still the same... anyone miss them?

And poor Isaac... he's just so naive, but determined and hopelessly in love...

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I was amused by what you guys wanted to be :) Haha I think I'd be a Dynamo and Seducer...

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