Finding My Precious Little Sister

Part 2

          After spending half an hour trying to look for a possible key to unlock the room I took to using my student ID card and a few of my sister's bobby pins to try and force the lock to open for me. Sadly that didn't work either and I was running out of time so as a final resort I gave the door a swift kick that sent it flying to the carpeted floor of my parents' bedroom. I knew my father would probably kill me later, but at that current moment that didn't matter all I wanted to do was find my sister and bring her back home safe and sound. Looking in I could tell there was a darker kind of demeanor to the room. My step-mother had completely re-modeled my mother's once open, airy, and light side of the room into something completely dark and disturbing. It sent chills down my spine. I couldn't dwell on the thought I had roughly two hours to snoop around and I couldn't waste even a second if I wanted to bring my sister home safely. I was just hoping that the lord was on my side during this mission.

    Stepping in I took notice of everything that immediately looked out of the ordinary, but hey you have to look deeper if you truly want to discover someone's secrets. I looked under that bed, in the dressers, the closet, and in my paranoid state I even went through my dad's things until it finally hit me like a bag of bricks. If you really wanted to hide something you would hide it under lock and key. Looking at the wall I stared at the vault that my father barely used and pressed the PIN numbers to unlock it. What I found in there wanted to make me vomit. There were pictures of my dear little sister in different states of undress with a man standing next to her looking as if he wanted to devour her. Knowing I shouldn't touch the pictures with my bare hands I went into the bathroom and put on a pair of plastic gloves and bagged the pictures. Then I searched the rest of the vault finding more evidence. There were letters written in my step-mothers hand detailing to a man named James what they were going to do to my little sister. There were also a few detailing that she had been cheating on my father with this man. All of this was making me sick and made me wonder how in the world was I to get my little sister back. Looking at the time I noticed I only had twenty minutes before my father got home. I couldn't let him se any of this so I did the only thing I could think of I called my Uncle Norton the head of the police.

     After I had told my uncle of everything I had found I put all of the evidence in a big manila envelope like he told me to and was getting ready to leave when I heard a sudden buzz. It came from inside the room so I looked back and there underneath one of the pillows on the bed was a phone. The screen said there was a new text. I wanted to read it immediately but I knew I had to get out of the house before my wicked step-mother got back. Without any idea what to do I quickly swiped the phone and was running towards the door right when my father was walking through the door with my wicked step-mother hanging on his arm. I was backed up against a wall what was I to do now that they had gotten back. I could've exposed her, but that could mean danger for my sister so like any other teen high off of adrenaline I booked it towards the door like a bat out of hell.

       Only when I was at the police station did I truly take a deep breathe and calm down. I went in and found my uncle waiting for me. I gave him everything I found; even the phone, but before I did I opened the phone and read the text. " Hey babe when do I actually get a taste of this sweet little delight? See you soon, love James."  That's when I finally wretched up my lunch. This sick piece of crap wanted to hurt her even more and I didn't know where she was; it made so frustrated and sick. What kind of big brother was I if I couldn't protect my sister. My mother had two wishes of me before she died follow my heart and watch over my sister. That's all she wanted and I couldn't even do that. You know that moment you hit rock bottom really hard and wonder if you should get back up? That's where I was at that moment wondering if I should let all my negative emotions eat me up and just allow myself to wallow in my own self pity. My uncle and father wouldn't let me do that because as I was curled up in a ball rocking in the corner of the room I was yanked up by the collar of my shirt and was staring into the eyes of my very pissed off father.

    I couldn't tell if he was mad at me or if he had found out what the witch had done. Looking over my shoulder I figured out it was the latter because she was standing rumpled and clearly pissed off wearing a very shiny set of handcuffs. I still wanted to wallow, but then I could hear both my father and uncle say " get your ass up and help us get your sister back. we didn't teach all those fighting techniques and survival skills to let them go to waste so put your big boy pants on and let's go save your sister." After my initial shock I finally snapped out of my wallowing demeanor and asked " what do I need to do?"  I didn't expect what my uncle was going to suggest.

    The next thing I knew was I was being fitted into a bullet proof vest and being given a gun for protection just in case that sick bastard was arrived. I was going in with my uncle while my father stayed in the van with the security cameras. Somehow my uncle was able to get a hold of my aunt who just happens to be a legal and professional hacker and see if she could trace where the message came from. It came from a very ritzy and famous hotel. Why the witch and her sick bastard had picked such a place to take my sister was beyond me. It was very stupid of them, but very lucky for us. Now it was a matter of mere moments and soon enough my sister will be safe and sound well physically anyways. There was no telling how much damage they've done to her mental state. I was just hoping that she would someday be able to heal and overcome it, but at the moment we all needed to focus on getting her to safety. I was going to get her back even if it meant I was going to have to fire a gun or be shot. 

    Walking into the hotel you could clearly tell something was off because there were a few people waiting at the check in/out desk, yet the concierge was nowhere to be found. We went up and asked for the manager, but they were gone as well.  That was quite odd because there was always someone to check you in or out even if the intended staff wasn't there at the moment. Taking this moment of people not being in at the desk my aunt that was dressed up as a manager went into the computer and hacked into the security cameras and located the room that they were keeping my sister in. Looking at the cameras it looked as if all the survival drills my uncle and father had practically brainwashed her with were being put to use. She was in the ensuite bathroom with the door locked and her back against the wall while three different men were pounding on the door to get it open. It looked like they didn't have the key. I wondered why because you could clearly see that one of the men was the manager of the hotel. Managers always had keys. Why not that one? At that time I didn't understand but my sister was smarter than you'd think a six year old could be.

        After my aunt found the room number my uncle and I took the stairs while the others to the elevator as a distraction. Luckily the room was only on the third floor which made it quite easy to get up to the room. The others had already arrived and were storming the room and putting handcuffs on the three men. While they were doing this I stood outside the bathroom trying to talk to my little sister through the door and get her to come outside. No matter what I tried she wouldn't respond or give me any indication that she knew it was safe. I felt like I was running out  of options until I remembered her special lullaby that our mother would always sing to her when she was alive.

    " Come now little Briar and rest your head. Sleep now little Briar deep in a land of dreams. Dream of sweets, dream of flowers, dream of everything you desire. Sleep now little Briar until the sun has come."  I had begun to let my voice fade away until it was barely a whisper wen I herd her sweet little voice. " Dream now little Briar until the sun has risen over the hill. Sleep in the Briars until your prince arrive. Hush now little Briar here your safe and warm. Sleep now little briar here your safe and sound in your families arms." Within seconds I could hear the lock turning and could see the door opening to find Briar staring me in the eyes. " What took you so long? I've been waiting forever." Those were the first words to come out of her mouth, but looking into her eyes I could tell there was a lot of damage to repair and it would take a long time to do it. My uncle scooped her up and rushed her out of the room to take her to the hospital while I stayed behind to get a good look at the sick bastard who wanted to hurt my sister. Just looking at him made me feel sick so as a parting gift I sent a swift punch to his face and a powerful kick to his groin. Letting him know he'd piss off the wrong big brother let alone the wrong family and I was going to make sure he went behind bars for the rest of his life even if it was the last thing I ever did. What I wasn't expecting was for another person that had remained hidden in the room to send a bullet into my shoulder and seeing my world go black.