Never Stop Fighting

Chapter 16

   (Kent's POV)

   It's been an entire week and a half and still no sign of Dakota.

   I've been beating myself up about it. Maybe, just maybe if I stayed home instead of going out to catch a movie with my friends, I might have been able to stop the murder of my parents. No matter how many times people say I couldn't change what would have happened.

   I don't even know what happened to my sister. Nobody knows if she ran away, was kidnapped, or murdered.

   Knowing for a fact that she didn't run away, simply because she wouldn't, without letting me know.

   The cops have ruled out the murder theory because it didn't make any sense to kill our parents and then take her and kill her somewhere else, which relieves me, but I'm not sure if the last option is any better.

Who the heck would go through all that trouble to kidnap my sister. I mean, really. Why kill two people just to take one.

Which makes me think that it wasn't a random invasion. Whoever did it wanted Dakota, badly. But why?

I've been driving myself absolutely crazy, trying to get her back, but to do that I have to figure out who took her. I was worried, stressed, freaked out. I can't sleep, hardly eat. All I do is search for her.

The cops searched the crime scene, aka my house and couldn't find any finger prints or anything that indicated who or why.

He must of been wearing gloves.

I asked our neighbors and asked if they heared or saw anything, but everybody had been asleep.

I was running out of stuff to do. But no way in hell was I giving up. I'd search for her for years if I had to.

And Max felt the same way.

I was never very happy about their relationship, simply because I'm the big brother and nobody was good enough for my sis, but we've been spending a lot of time together in order to find her and I was slowly changing my mind. If he was this dedicated to finding her then he was good enough in my book for her.

But I still was gonna annoy and bug them about it when we find her.

For the past three days, we have been hanging missing fliers around town.

We would leave early in the morning and wouldn't get back till dark.

Max has been staying here, trying to help me cheer me up and give me hope, since everybody I love are gone. We'd really bonded over the last week.

We even sleep in her room... Just to be closer to her and give us courage.

We were a mess, and crazy tired, but we weren't stopping.

The cops were doing everything possible, but they didn't have much to work on.

So it fell onto our shoulder.

We had a notebook of thoughts, ideas, clues. Anything we could think of, we wrote down. The why's or how's were written down.

Everyday we'd go through it, rereading every word, adding to it, changing it.

   That's what we were doing at the moment. I was laying in Dakota's bed and Max was leaning against it on the floor with the notebook casually laying on his lap as he leafed through the pages.