Save Me...

~Twenty Eight~

Michael's POV:
Our search for Mal continued. We were getting no leads, but none of us have stopped looking. The local police are still searching with us. We will not rest until we find her.

-A Week Later-
We still haven't found her yet. The local police however, stopped looking. They pronounced her de- no longer living. They said they had "more important" cases they need to work on.

No one in our group has given up. She's my twin I know she's still alive, I can feel her almost.

-A Month Later-
It's been a freakin' month! We still haven't found her, or any clues as to her location.

Where the hell is she?

We haven't stopped looking for her. No one in the house has stopping crying either. Luke hasn't come inside, he said he'll come in when Mal is beside him. He hasn't slept in two weeks, he won't eat. Shawn had to beg him to eat two slices of pizza.

I wish she could only see the letter I wrote.

Dear Mal,
I pray every night, you're okay. Superstar... we will find you, I promise. I love you to the moon and back. xx Mikey

Mal's POV:
I've been in this hell for a month now.

They started the beatings after two days of being here. They've been brutal too. Tyler started his old dirty work again.

He gave the boys access to me about two weeks ago. Aaron took full advantage, but Zach won't touch me. He hasn't said a word in this room since I've been here, he won't even dare, to look at me.

I was finally untied, which I think Zach had something to do with. They only time I'm tied up again is when they sexual touch me. So I sit on the bed, getting up when I have to, in my undergarments. While Zach sits at the table, to "keep guard".

I miss my family, especially Mikey. I still hope they chose to forget me and move on. Go back to Willows tree. I hope Luke moves on, and finds a girl that doesn't have as much baggage as me.

If only Mikey could see the letter I wrote.

Dear Michael,
I'm okay, Mikey. I want you all to move on and forget about me. Just know I love you to the moon and back. xx Superstar

-Four Days Later-
For some reason, the beatings stopped two days ago. I don't understand why?

Questions continue to flood my thoughts, until the big steel door opened. I flinched like I always do. I should've known the peace wouldn't last long. That's probably Tyler and Aaron coming to make up for lost time.

The door completely opened, and Peyton entered. She had two full plastic bags in her hand. She shut the door, and set the giant bags on the old crappy table.

Peyton: Come on, we don't have much time.

Mal: Time for what?

Peyton: We are changing our looks.

She began pulling the supplies out of the bag.

Mal: How are we changing our looks?

Peyton: Whatever way people can't recognize you and I.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the stool beside the sink. She put a towel over my shoulders, and started smearing a cold paste on my head. After a moment, the smell gave away she was dying my hair. 

Peyton: Okay, while we wait start doing mine.

We switched spots, and I started dying her hair. After her time was up, she washed her hair out.