Madison

The more Brandon thought about it the more he decided that he just wasn't ready to face anyone at the cabin. Besides, if they came to get him, they'd only want to take him back to the cabin, and he really didn't want to share any sort of space with Ashley or Zack right now. He didn't trust himself not to start throwing punches again. And while they might forgive a small ****, there'd be no such leeway if he murdered one of them.

So, not wanting to waste money on a taxi, Brandon called the one person who he knew would come get him. The one person he could trust without a single doubt in the whole world. And then he waited, and as he waited he started yawning. It was late and he hadn't slept at all while waiting for Zack and Ashley to return.

For a long time, over an hour, nearly two, there wasn't a single car along that stretch of road. Brandon was half dozing off to sleep when he saw the headlights come over the horizon. It had to be her, he thought.

Sure enough, as the car came closer it slowed and pulled in behind Brandon's car. Brandon jumped out of his car, just in time to see Madison hop out of hers. She was dressed in a hoodie and shorts and a pair of flat shoes for driving, and carrying a jerry can.

"I brought enough gas so you can follow me home," she said, approaching her brother.

"Thank you, Mads," Brandon replied , rubbing his neck. "But I was thinking of getting a ride back with you and coming back for the car tomorrow. I'm wiped out, and I don't think I could stay awake for the drive."

"Oh, sure," she said, stifling her own yawn with her hand.

"Shit, wait," Brandon said, seeing that his sister was obviously tired as well. "I didn't even think that you'd be tired from the long drive here. Did you sleep at all before you came?"

"Not really," she admitted. "I tried to sleep earlier but I just felt restless, like I was waiting for something." And then with a smile, "Guess it must have been your call."

Brandon laughed and said, "No, but I think it was my fault. Ugh, I don't feel right making you drive back if you're as tired as I am. I'd feel responsible if we got in an accident."

"Good, I won't have to haunt you if you feel guilty," Madison teased. "Lucky me, Mum and Dad would definitely hold you accountable whether it was your fault or not. But what else can we do? We have to get home somehow."

Brandon looked up and down the road and then into his car. There was an old picnic blanket draped over the seat and sleeping bag he'd brought in case they went camping out in the woods around the cabin. He looked back to Madison who looked back expectantly.

"We could sleep here and head back in the morning after we've rested," Brandon suggested. "It should be pretty quiet on this road. Yours is the only car I've seen all night. And I've got a blanket and a sleeping bag."

"Actually, that sounds nice," Madison said. "All this talk of sleep has made me really sleepy, actually. How do you want to do this?"

"Well, I was thinking I could take the blanket and you'd have the sleeping bag," Brandon said, opening up the trunk.

"No way," Madison frowned. "You'll be way too cold with just the blanket. We can share the sleeping bag."

"Won't that be a bit...tight?" Brandon asked as he grabbed what he needed. At that moment, he remembered when Madison had rang him earlier while he was jerking off to Zack and Ashley. Why did he think of that at time like this?

"I'm not that big, Brandon," Madison playfully huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm sure I can slip right in. It'll be just like how mum and dad made us share bed on vacations when we were younger."