When I was eight, my older brother turned eighteen and went to celebrate with his friends. I remember being so angry with him because he never brought me with him, so I destroyed a good luck charm he made me. I did not regret it then, but the next day when he did not return home, I blamed my action on his disappearance. Max had been my best friend; we did everything together except that night. He went missing and that frustrated me because I thought I may have helped him in some way if I was there.
Max, eighteen, black hair, light brown eyes, sweet smile, all which belong to the guy who tickles the eight-year old me on the couch in the living room. He was wearing plain jeans and a Metallic shirt, his hair in a mess.
"Come on don't be mad" he says giving me a pouting face and puppy dog eyes.
"NO." I said, looking away from his pouting face.
"Annie pleases, pretty please with a cherry on top." I just shook my head to this.
"I said no!"
"P-p-p-please Annie!" I tried to hide the smile that had emerged just then. "I saw that smile Annie" he says releasing me from his tickle attack, and started walking into the kitchen.
"I'm still mad at you. I only smiled because you quoted my favorite movie, you dork head!" I yell through.
"I got you to smile and say more than four words to me, so I win!"
"No, you cheated you used Roger Rabbit against me, you know I always laugh." He came walking back in and sat next to me on the couch.
"Annie, I would take you with me if I could, but I cannot, it's not safe and we're going to be out really late, there won't be a way back when you get tired." I was still upset and held a pout on my face.
"Oh," pouts, "I still want to go."
"I know, but how about I make you a special promise?"
"Tomorrow I will take you out, wherever you want to go and spend the entire day with you." He smiled his great charming smile and I folded.
"Fine." He hugged me and kissed my forehead after my response.
"And on your eighteenth birthday I promise a present that will blow your mind and you will forget all about this day." With that he stood and walked away.
That was the last time I ever saw my brother, my best friend had just walked out of our house and never returned. When our parents awoke the next morning to find he never returned, we started calling round to the friends he was with, but everyone said he left and went home. We called the police, and there had been a missing person search, but after a month there had been nothing and they called of the search. He just vanished without a trace leaving me heartbroken. I never got to spend my day with him like he promised; he left me here all alone.