Finding My Precious Little Sister

Part One

Hi! My name is Atticus McAllister. I'm seventeen years old, a junior in highschool a total nerdy geek, lover of youtube, and and expert in anything involving combat or the use of a gun. I live with my father, his wife of six months( whom I really dislike but deal with it for my father's sake) , and like most teenagers have a bratty little sister who could do no wrong. Her name is Briar; she's your typical little six year old pageant princess that would always be around to cause me trouble when our parents weren't looking or at least thats what I thought until two weeks ago. Two weeks ago she went missing and no one has found her yet.

That day two weeks ago was like any other day in my life. I got up for school, got ready, and went to go wake up my little sister to get her ready for school, yet she wasn't anywhere in her rooo or the house in general. This was odd because both our parents' cars were still here so that meant she wasn't at a pageant getting ready to wow the judges with her overall cuteness. My parents also didn't tell me she was staying at a friends the night before. Thus was very strange because like every little pageant princess that I had met I knew that she was no morning person except on rare occasions. Thinking this was one of those days I went back into her room to see if she was hiding from me to make my day even more difficult. I looked all over her room, but I still couldn't find her. After pondering where she could be after a few minutes I noticed that it was oddly chilly that particular morning. When I looked around her room again I noticed that the window was open. A sense of fear and dread gripped my heart as I approached the window. When I looked outside I found a ladder propped up again it. It was there ,but my sister wasn't. She was nowhere to be found.

Upon that revelation I rushed to my parents' room to see if she had just been spending the night at her friend Sam's house because I didn't want to believe that something bad had happened to her while she should've been sleeping soundly in her bed or giving me trouble because she was too grumpy or hyped up in the morning. Their answer was no. Within the next second I had pulled out my phone and was calling 911.

It's been two weeks since I made that awful call yet the police haven't found a thing leading to the kidnapper and ultimately my sister. I'm still trying to figure out what kind of sick minded bastard would prey upon and innocent six year old girl. Sure she can be a pain in the neck sometimes ,but that didn't mean she deserved to be kidnapped and having god knows what being done to her. What haunts me most about this whole situation was how hysterical my father was, yet my step-mother was calm like nothing was wrong. Looking back at her behavior something was off because sure she didn't really like the fact that my father had two children from his previous marriage ,but that didn't mean she would go to such great lengths to us out of the picture would it? I needed to investigate.

When I got home I immediately checked if my father and step-mother were home. Luckily they weren't home so this gave me roughly three hours to snoop through my step-mother's belongings. That was hopefully more than enough tie to find some decent evidence. Going into my parents room felt so wrong because ever since the day my father tied the knot with my step-mother neither I or Briar had been allowed into the room. The whole time walking up to the door I was praying to the lord and my dear mother in heaven that they were watching over me. I was also hoping that they were keeping Briar safe from harm no matter where she was at that moment.

When I tried to turn the knob I noticed that the door was locked. When my mother was alive it was never locked because my parents always wanted Briar and I to know that their door was always open even if all we wanted to do was say hello and maybe squeeze in a quick hug before we went back to whatever we were doing before hand. Everything had changed though. My mother was no longer alive and now that I had a new " mother" everything was different. Shew was too different and the more I thought about it looking back on her behavior ever since she came into our lives. It wouldn't have surprised me if she was trying to hide something. Now all I had to do was figure out a way to get into the place I used to truly call my sanctuary.