::Chris::
Once again I find myself in the same fetal position, crying.
She's gone.
I can't believe they took her! I didn't stop them! I just watched! I'm a terrible brother!
The last thing I said to her was, "Nobody likes you Chrissy! Just go somewhere, you aren't wanted!"
I completely regret it, now I have no idea where my sister could possibly be.
She could be dead.
Floating in the water!
They could have raped her, beat on her, abused her!
I'm not there to protect her.
This is the worst feeling you could ever have!
I decided to get up, and brush my teeth, wash my face, take a shower, pull myself together.
I can't help but think that should be me.
::Caleb::
Today has been so boring so depressing, I think I need a smoke.
I threw on my hoodie, basketball shorts, elites, slides, and my beats. I grabbed my iPhone off of the charger, and hurried downstairs.
"Where exactly do you think your going?" My mother asked me, right when I hit the end of the stairs, right in front of the front door.
"Moom, I'm just going to kick it with some friends, play a little basketball, chill," I lied.
I hating lying to them, but lying is the only way to protect them.
"Okay, baby. You be safe and have a good time," she smiled at me.
"Always, Love you mom," I walked out the front door, and slid into my brand new Toyota, I got for my sweet sixteen last year.
I pressed the button and the car started up, I made my rounds to the corner in the ghetto.
"Let me get the usual, Jim,"I said casually.
He handed me the Explosion Package, and I handed him 60 bucks and drove off.
I drove to my hiding spot, it wasn't very hidden it was just our vacation house on the other side of town.
Mom and Dad never come here anymore. I think they forgot they even owned it!
I went to my room and rolled it up. I took my lighter and lit the blunt up.
Puff!
Puff!
Eventually I got bored and started doing tricks, like making 'o's with the smoke and stuff like that.
I smoked the whole package and started getting the munchies. I decided to walk down the street to Burger Street, I know better than to drive while high.
I got myself a chicken sandwhich and went back to the Vacation. House and saw my dad's BMW in the driveway.
Shit.
::Sarah::
I was laying in my room, bored out of my mind, blasting Marry Me by Bruno Mars in my beats.
SLAM!
A door slammed and a glass broke on the floor!
Shit.
Dave's in one of his moods or he's drunk neither one of them were good.
"SARAH!! GET YOUR WORTHLESS BITCHASS DOWN HERE!! COME GET ME A BEER!" He yelled.
Ughh, I groaned!
I threw on sweats and a baggy t-shirt and hurried downstairs.
"SARAH!! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BEER?" Dave yelled impatiently.
"Coming right up," I said, rushing in the kitchen to get one out the fridge.
I opened the fridge and there was no beer.
I'm dead.
"Umm, Daddy, there isn't any."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE ISNT ANY YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING SLUT?" Dave yelled.
"I mean there isn't any beer."
Dave walked in the kitchen and pulled my by my hair and slammed me down on the floor.
"You. Never. Do. Anything. Right." Dave slapped me with every word.
He picked me up and slammed me against the wall. Kicking me repeatedly in the stomach as I fell down the wall.
He howled with laughter, " come give daddy some sugar now baby."
I stared at him with fright, I walked over and hugged him and gave him a kiss and walked upstairs to my bathroom to take a nice hot shower.
With every step I took my left leg oozed with pain.
I took a long shower, I shampooed and conditioned the spit, blood, and grime out of my hair, and threw on some skinnies and a sports bra and a big hoodie, and headed over to my boyfriend Chris's house.
The only place I truly felt safe.
