Brandon POV
It's been 24-hours. Twenty-four f.ucking hours since I've seen Annie. I was barely able to sleep when Pat took the first watch, the only reason I did was because Pat convinced me I would be of no good to Annie running on no sleep. I've been watching her mom's house for the last few hours now. We've seen them come and go a few times, and each time I caught sight of that f.ucking stepfather of hers I had to hold myself back from running over and beating the s.hit out of him. I'm on my third cup of coffee when I see a car approaching the house. It starts to slow down, I keep watching hoping it will turn into the driveway, hoping it's Annie. They do pull in and I wake Pat up.
"What is it?"
"I think it's Annie." We both look back at the house, I see a man get out, he looks vaguel
