Sibling spotlight - billie and Finneas story

The search begins

Chapter: The Search Begins

Tw: still yk kidnapping themes (will be for a while i will just put TW if there is)

Finneas and Billie stood in the living room, the weight of dread sinking into the pit of their stomachs. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken fears, and they both knew calling the police this early could feel like jumping to the worst conclusion—but what if they were right? What if something had happened?

"Maybe we're overreacting," Finneas said, his voice tight. He didn’t believe it, not really, but it was easier to say the words than face the panic building inside him.

Billie shook her head, pacing nervously. "No, something feels wrong. She wouldn’t just leave without her phone, and not at night."

They exchanged a tense look. Finneas sighed, grabbing his car keys off the table. “Okay, let’s not wait around. We’ll check the usual places, see if we can find her first. Then we’ll figure out the next step.”

Billie nodded, quickly pulling on her jacket. Her mind was racing with all the possible scenarios, but she kept pushing the worst thoughts away. Y/N had been getting better, hadn’t she? She wouldn’t just disappear… would she?

They hurried outside, the morning still fresh and quiet, the streets mostly empty. Finneas climbed into the driver’s seat, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. Billie slid into the passenger seat, her hands shaking slightly as she dialed Y/N’s number again. Still no answer.

“We’ll find her,” Finneas said, though his voice was strained, more to convince himself than Billie.

“She’s out there,” Billie whispered, staring out the window, scanning the streets as they drove. “We just have to find her.”

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Meanwhile, Y/N…

Y/N huddled in the corner of the van, her whole body shaking as it rattled along the road. Her head throbbed from where she had been thrown against the metal floor, and her wrists ached from where she had tried to fight off the man earlier. She could feel the bruises forming, but the fear and confusion were worse than the pain.

Where was he taking her? Why?

Her heart raced as the van turned sharply, her body sliding against the cold floor. She fought the urge to scream again. There was no point—no one would hear her. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to calm her ragged breathing, her mind spinning. How had this happened? She’d just wanted some air, just a few minutes of quiet to clear her head, and now she was trapped in this nightmare.

The van slowed down, and Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She scrambled to sit up, trying to make sense of where they were. The back door of the van swung open, and the man appeared, his face shadowed by the low light. Y/N shrank back instinctively, her heart thundering in her chest.

“Let me go,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Please.”

The man didn’t respond. He grabbed her arm, yanking her roughly out of the van. Y/N stumbled, her legs weak and unsteady as he dragged her into what looked like an old, abandoned warehouse. The inside was dark and cold, the sound of dripping water echoing through the empty space. Fear clawed at Y/N’s throat as she was shoved to the ground, her knees scraping against the concrete.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice small, barely audible.

The man stood over her, silent and menacing. He didn’t answer, just turned and walked away, leaving Y/N alone in the dark, her heart pounding louder than ever.

She could hear the van’s engine start up again, the sound fading as it drove away, leaving her stranded in the middle of nowhere. The panic set in fully now, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She was alone—trapped with no way out, no idea where she was, and no one to help her.

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Back in the car…

Finneas drove down the quiet streets, his eyes scanning every corner, every alley. Billie was leaning forward in the seat beside him, her hands clenched into fists.

“Where would she go?” Billie asked, more to herself than Finneas. “Maybe the park… or the café she likes?”

Finneas nodded, turning toward the park. They drove in tense silence, both of them straining to see any sign of Y/N.

They pulled up near the park, their eyes searching for her familiar figure. But it was empty—just a few early morning joggers and an old man walking his dog. Billie’s stomach twisted with fear.

“She’s not here,” she muttered, her voice thick with worry.

Finneas tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, trying to think of where else to look. “Let’s check the café. Maybe she went there to clear her head.”

But as they drove through the streets, every stop only fueled their growing dread. The café was empty, the small shops along the road were still closed, and there was no sign of Y/N anywhere. Billie dialed her phone again, hoping desperately for an answer, but it went straight to voicemail.

“What if something happened to her?” Billie said, her voice trembling now. “We should’ve called the police.”

Finneas swallowed hard, trying to keep calm. “We don’t know anything yet. We’ll give it a little more time, and if we still can’t find her, we’ll call them.”

But inside, Finneas felt the same fear gnawing at him. They were running out of places to check, and Y/N wasn’t someone who would just vanish.