Groaned in frustration, I shoved a hand in my hair before ruffly tugging on it. I had been seating stiffly on the bleachers for a while, staring blankly at the field of grass. One girl shouldn't have this much control over me, but she was all I could think about. It certainly didn't help that ever time I closed me eyes, all I could see was her shy smile.

I thought back to the brown notebook buried in the depth of my closet, a pang stabbing at my heart. The argument played back in my head, Savannah's crestfallen face wedging the knife further. At the time, I hadn't been think about how the memories would affect her. I was only considering how I felt but the second I walked out the door, the regret kicked in.

When I had lashed out on her, it wasn't because I was angry. On the contrary, I was drowning in guilt. Because I knew everything, from her brother's death to that fucking psychopath. I wasn't proud of how I had acquired the information and had hoped that hearing it from her would lessen the deep fleshed guilt I felt.

The first time I had see Savannah was the night after my mother's funeral. I had stayed back, just seating in silence beside my mothers grave when I heard rustling. It was dark and I couldn't see her face but I could see the shaking of her shoulders, indicating that she was crying. I remember having an overbearing need to comfort her, I knew exactly how she felt and it drew me to her.

Days later I saw her again, this time it wasn't dark. I immediately thought she was incredibly beautiful but undoubtedly sad. I soon developed an unhealthy habit of watching her, she kept my mind off of a lot of things. I liked that. So, Savannah became my cemetery girl and I began to look forward to watching her seat under the large weeping willow, furiously writing on a brown notebook.

Yes, it was the same notebook I had buried under my clothes. I had found it under the tree she would always seat by, I knew it was a bad idea before I even picked it up. However, I was too curious about the intriguing girl that captivated my attention, I wanted to know what went on in her head.

I had sworn to only read the first page, just to give me a little insight but once I had started I couldn't stop. The nightmares of her tragic past unfolding with every page I turned, they were her darkest memories and I had rudely intruded them. Knowing what she had been through gave me a sudden urge to protect her, well that's what it started of as.

Slowly, what I felt for her developed past protection. Savannah would be the only thought that would keep me going through out the week and when I didn't get to see her, I would be in the worst mood. I had gone from thinking all women were the same to compering everyone to her, she had me and just like I said. She was my cemetery girl. I hadn't anticipated actually seeing her past the steel gates but I did and I was messing everything up.

Admiring her from a far was much easier, there were no issues. We could both just exist in our own space, but I had been given the opportunity to actually get to know her and I ruined it. It was probably for the best, at least this way I wouldn't hurt her when I leave.

The vibration of my phone against my pants drew me from my thoughts. I retrieved it frowning at Archer's name on my screen.

"Yeah?" I said as I answered the call.

"Where the hell are you?" Came Archer's distressed voice.

"Why?" I quipped.

"Look man, just come back to the house" Archer had always been an easy going person, so the frantic tone he was using rattled me.

"What's going on?" Something had to be terribly wrong.

"There's no good way to say this...its Savannah" at the sound of her name, my heart rate immediately spiked as fear crashed over me in waves.

"What happened?" I struggled to formulate words, terrified of what he would say.

"She's missing" he said softly.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I shot up from the bench, my grip on the phone tightening incredibly.

"She's gone and no one knows where to find her" I knew he was trying to soften the blow but it was useless.

"How long?" I asked, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat.

"A day" he murmured.

My hand subconsciously flew to the left side of my chest, rubbing circles to lessen the ache. I had never been more scared, different scenarios darting around in my head.

"The cops came by to question Avery today" he sounded hesitant, dragging on the silence.

"What?" I was growing impatient with him and I needed to know exactly what was going on.

"They said they suspect her ex boyfriend or something" my heart skipped at the thought of Savannah at the mercy of that bastard.

"I'll call you back" I told him before cutting the call, not giving him a chance to respond. I searched through the contacts in my phone, hovering over a number I hadn't dialed in so long. The only real reason I still had his number was because he was the only family I had left, it didn't mean we got along though.

"Look who's digging up the dead" his amused voice sang the second he picked the call.

"I need a favour" it was a long shot but I had to at least try.

"What? Your not even going to great your uncle?" He was overlooking my request, it frustrated me. Savannah was in danger and he was wasting time being and overgrown man child.

"Will you help me or not?" I let displeasure seep into my voice.

"Look kid, I'm sure you remember things between us don't work like that. You usually pretend I don't exist and I do my own thing" I sucked my teeth at his words. He was right we didn't acknowledged each other at all but I was desperate.

"Someone I really care about is missing. Please" I said, trying to conceal the emotions in my voice. The line went silent for awhile like he was deliberating whether to help me.

"You want me to find this person for you?" He sighed, his tone shifting to a serious one.

"Yes" I answered, feeling instant relief at his compliance.

"Okay, this is the part where you give me information on who I'm looking for" he spoke while rising his voice past the clattering of a keyboard.

"Her name is Savannah Raine, she's a freshman in collage" I quickly filled in. He responded with a scoff, his fingers continuing to move rapidly against the keyboard.

"Your doing all this for a girl?" he scoffed again. I had to clamp my mouth shut in order not tell him just what I thought of him, currently I still needed his help "do you have anything else on her?"

"Her ex is a prime suspect. His name is Xander" this is the only good thing reading that notebook had brought, at leat I knew the surface of what was going on.

"I'm going to need more than that" he said, tiredly.

"Rape charges were filed against him around two years ago, it must be in the system" I knew he had the resources to tap into police records, it was his job.

"I'll find her" he assured me before disconnecting the call.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling audibly as I stared at my uncle's name. He wasn't someone I would want to associate myself with, given he's career choice. He was part of an illegal gang, he'd been since he was seventeen. He could hack and track anyone, he had the resources to speed up the process of finding Savannah. At the moment, that was all I cared about.

I ran down the bleacher, heading for my old truck before driving back to campus. I broke nearly every speed limit but within twenty minutes I was pulling up outside the house, sprinting towards the front door.

"What happened?" I asked Archer who was seated beside his sister, conforming her.

"They wouldn't tell us much" he said while rubbing his fingers over his eyes "all we know is that her mother and her got into an accident this morning. By the time the ambulance arrived, her mother was still unconscious but Savannah wasn't in the car" he finished explaining.

"Was she hurt?" Fear clog my throat at the fact Savannah could be seriously hurt.

"We don't know" Avery whispered from her position, hunched up against the couch. She looked like she had cried a lot, the skin under her eyes a deep shade of red.

My chest hurt, it felt like something was wedged at the center of my heart. I know I had ended things between us yesterday but I did make it hurt any less.