Kiddnaped by Cannibals

Two

          ○BRAD ○

The worst feeling someone could have is after losing someone you love. The once life-filled house had a feeling of emptiness no one could stop, it had been 5 days since the last time I saw my sister, I shouldn't have let her go to that damn party. No one knows were she is, and everyone is terrified, especially me.

"We are doing the best we can to find your daughter, Mrs. and Mr. Cooper." The Police officer stated, empathy radiating off him, we all knew he was going through the same thing we were.

"Henry, you know you don't need to call us that... how is your search going for Tracy, Becca and the other girls?" My father asked Henry.

"It's all a dead-end Fred, I'm trying to find them, I really am but I have no idea were to even start." Henry declared looking exhausted and helpless.

"We're going to find them, I know it, they probably just went on a trip, maybe to Vegas or something.

"My mom uttered trying to uplift the situation even though I knew she hurt, at this point, we all did.
Sighing, I nodded to them silently excusing myself and decided to leave the group to the kitchen, grabbing a mug I set it on the counter. Normally If I grabbed that mug Becca would fight me for it, yelling and trying to steal it from my grasp. I had no idea why she was so obsessed with this particular mug, but the one thing I did know was that drinking my coffee out of this mug made me feel closer to her in a way. Like within the next few moments of me pouring my coffee, she would storm into the kitchen and steal the cup from my grasp. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, I poured my cup, drank from it alone in the kitchen until all the coffee was gone.
After sitting in the kitchen alone for at least an hour staring at the empty mug, my dad sauntered into the kitchen.

"Brad..." My dad garbled, unable to finish his sentence, sitting on the stool beside me.

"We'll find her." He assured me, likely trying to convince himself as well.

"I... I just don't get it, she's never done anything like this before." My mom stuttered faltering into the kitchen, using the Island as something to keep her grounded.

"What, if it wasn't her?" I asked to no one in particular, asking the question that no one had the guts too.

"If that's the case, I'm going to kill the bastard that took her." My dad warned, my mom gave him a look of pain knowing inside that he would. Silence filled the room, my mom staring out the window, my dad looking at his trembling hands and me, staring at the stupid coffee mug.
I was eight, Becca six and a half I was going to the park near our house to play, my parents had told me to bring Becca along with me, I had left her to do what she usually did and I went to hang out with my friends who were doing something stupid, likely involving worms, or some poor frog who didn't deserve what he got. I usually kept an eye on Becca, always making sure she was alright, that's what big brothers did after all. This time I didn't I was too distracted by what my friends were doing to pay attention. And that's when I lost her, she had wondered off, probably with her little book and crayons to draw a terrible picture of some leaf or something that she would sow our parent and they would tell her it was beautiful even if it looked like literal garbage. I looked over to were I had seen her last and she was gone, standing up newly ignoring my friends I searched for Becca around the park with my eyes, when I didn't see her panic started to kick in, I looked for her for a twenty of the longest minutes in my life and found her drawing a caterpillar that sat on a log in the forest. After that day I made a vow to be the best big brother I could be, and that meant that I would protect her, and I failed. Then... and now as well.
I had no comprehension over the time that had passed, it could've been minutes, hours or seconds all I knew was that the heart-stopping ring of the phone ripped us all from our dazes. My mom leaped to the phone with surprising speed, putting the phone to her ear she listened, my dad and I looking at her anticipation filling the entire room. My mom's face dropped to the ground, tears ran down her face like a waterfall, the phone collapsing from her grip. Her hands flew to her mouth as she sobbed into her hands. Everything passed in slow motion, as though the world had stopped around us.