Jessica Sorensen - Unbroken

Im trying not to fucking freak out, but Gemmas been gone for hours. Its driving me literally crazy and that dying feeling that I get whenever were apart for too long is starting to surface. The electricity dwindles. Tiredness sets in.

I miss her. Need her herewant her here. I've never wanted anything this badly before and its confusing the shit out of me.

Alex, would you please try to relax? my sister, Aislin, begs while she watches me pace the small living room, raking my fingers through my brown hair over and over again as I veer toward the brink of insanity.

I cant, I tell her, quickening my pacing despite how tired Im getting; the energy draining from my body. You dont get it. I cant even think straight.

She shifts on the sofa, leaning forward to grab a bottle of water from the coffee table.

Were at the beach house where weve been sitting for hours, waiting for Gemma or Laylen to show up, but theyre both missing. Part of me is worried theyre together; that when Gemma went looking for Laylen, she found him, and then they wandered off to do God knows what. I actually have a few ideas. Ideas that make my blood burn beneath my skin. My muscles tighten. My fists clench. The need to smash them into something is so overwhelming that it takes a lot of control not to go over to the wall and punch it.

Then theres always the other alternative, and that one makes me ache. That something did happened to her. That maybe the Death Walkers got a hold of her. Or Demetrius. Or maybe my father. Its the one explanation I dont want to admit. I hate thinking of him as evil, but not because I dont believe he is. I do. Its more because its been engrained in my mind to think of him as being good.

Everything hes said Ive had to agree was right otherwise Id be punished, and even though Im a Keeper and have a higher pain tolerance than the average person, my father is an Immortal and is way stronger than I am. The punches. The kicks. Being whipped. Locked up without food. The torture. It wasnt easy to endure. If I cried, hed only make my life more of a living hell, so I learned not to cry. Not to feel pain. Not to feel anything. Yes, sir. Thats how I learned to be around him.

Now, though everythings all screwed up. I think even when I was younger, deep down I knew there was something messed up about my father, more than just the beatings. But I didnt think hed been working against everything the Keepers represent, which is to protect humanity, not destroy it.

Oh, for the love of God. I cant watch this anymore. Aislin gets up from the sofa and steps in front of my pacing path and I have slam to a stop, almost running over her, and she has to step back. Would you settle down? Youre seriously going to wear a hole in the floor.

Thats the stupidest fucking thing Ive ever heard. My tone is clipped, but thats just how Aislin and I are together. Were brother and sister. We fight. Were rude to each other. Deep down, however, Id never want anything to happen to her. In fact, a lot of the times when shed get in trouble as a child, Id take the fall and the beatings to spare her the pain. I can handle it better anyway. And I cant settle down. I swing around her and continue pacing the length of the room. If I do, then Ill lose my mind.

She sighs and then sinks down on the armrest of the sofa. Ive never seen you act like this over anyone before. Its interesting. She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. And really unsettling.

I know. I fold my arms across my chest as I continue pacing, pacing, pacing. Im not even sure whats causing it... I just feel so I trail off. I fucking hate talking about my feelings. After an emotionally numb childhood, I find it easier not to feel anything at all, but with Gemma Well, its out of my hands. Although Im not one hundred percent sure what exactly I feel for her yet, its really confusing and intense amongst a thousand other things.

So what? Aislin wonders curiously. Because Im dying to know.

I raise my eyebrows questioningly at her. Why?

Because in the twenty-five years that Ive known you, Ive never seen you act like this over someone. She sits back down and crosses her legs. And I find it fascinating.

I open my mouth to try to explain it to her, but then realize I dont want to and probably couldnt even if I tried. My thoughts jumble as I attempt to sort through everything going on in my head. Why the hell are you so calm? I change the subject. Laylens missing, too.

She swallows nervously, like shes just realizing this. I know.

We need to do something. I stop in front of the window and glance outside at the front yard. Its dark, though the stars and moon are bright in the sky. I remember all the times when I was a child and Gemma and I would look at the stars, obsessed with them. It makes sense now that I know were both carrying around the energy of a fallen star, but at the time I just thought we were two weird kids that understood each other. We need a plan to figure out where she is.

I could do a locating spell, Aislin suggests as I turn away from the window. But Id have to run to a Wicca Shop because my supplies are really low.

Yeah, that might work, I mutter, trying to get myself to focus on fixing the problem instead of just the situation itself.

Might work, Aislin says arrogantly, getting to her feet. You mean it will work.

Im not so confident, considering the many spells Ive witnessed go awry over the years. Still, I collect the car keys from the coffee table. You drive to the Wicca Shop. I toss her the keys and she catches them. Ill stay here just in case one of them comes back.

She throws the car keys back at me, scowling. Or I could just transport like a normal witch. Jesus, you are really out of it, arent you? You need to get your head into the game or we arent going to get anywhere.

Yeah, maybe, I mutter, tucking the car keys into my pocket. Shes right. I need to focus. Alright, I think Ill go search the beach some more while you go get supplies. I cross the living room, heading for the back door thats in the kitchen. Meet you back here in a bit? I ask and she nods, walking toward the hallway that leads to her bedroom.

After I grab a flashlight, I walk out of the house and step off the porch onto the sandy beach. I start to relax a little. Fresh air. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Its distracting and relaxes me slightly from my worries. If only I could make the goddamn stars go away, then maybe I could completely clear my head.

Hiking down the shoreline dotted with beach houses while sweeping the flashlight from side to side, I look for any sign of Gemma or Laylen. There are no fresh footprints nearbynothing at alland this ridiculous, helpless feeling emerges inside me. Its not the first time Ive felt it. In fact, Ive felt it a few times.

Once when I was younger and my father was getting ready to detach Gemmas soul, something he hadnt told me until later on in life when I was more brainwashed and would react less. I had felt helpless watching her leave, knowing Id never see her again and I was too young to do anything. I also felt the same way when I was reunited with her at the college campus. The first time she touched me again and I didnt think I could have her, yet I wanted her so fucking bad. The last time had been at the cabin in Colorado while I was waiting for my father to show up and detach her soul again. I didnt want to let it happen, yet I was torn between what I had thought was right and wrong. I ended up doing what I thought at the time was the wrong thing and tried to flee with her. Then my father showed up with the Death Walkers and I realized that everything Id thought was wrong might just be right.