•It All Started With A Phone Call•

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Now that I had seen both of them side by side, I had no idea how I hadn't noticed that Danny and Neil were brothers. The same skin, just that Danny had darker, the same slim nose and similar hands.

It's been a few days, maybe weeks since Neil pick me up from the apartment complex. It could have been a month and I wouldn't know, not with the only way to mark time the meals I was given.

I was in a room with no windows, back in the house from my childhood. Back in the room from my childhood.

There was still drawings that I did up on the wall, my same dinosaur bedspread, Christmas cards from primary school friends up on the bookshelf. It was all the same as it had been, nothing out of place from the moment I left it. The whole room had been dusted and cleaned in my absence, it was creepy, like Neil was preparing for my arrival.

I was left to wonder free in the room with Danny, both of us were being held in my old room.

I had to explain to Danny what was going on, he had no idea who Neil was or why he was being kidnapped. I felt sorry that he could have lived his whole life not knowing anything, but I had to ruin it.

"We're his brothers." I had told him.

We're brothers? He asked, a shimmer of hope in his eyes.

"We share him as our brother, we aren't actually related." I watched the light go out in Danny's eyes. "Doesn't mean we can't tell everyone that we are."

Danny smiles, huddling up into my chest.

I'd like to be your brother. He sighs.

Danny's been even more reserved since we were taken, which was understandable. I have gathered that Danny was like me, he needed a caregiver or a dominant person in his life, like how I needed Kay. I presumed that Ethan was that strong, guiding force for Danny and now that he was gone my strong and feisty best friend was so small and weak.

I couldn't say anything though. I was terrified and numb, weak and small. The thought of Kay at once made me stronger and weaker. He must be so confused and scared, probably angry and miserable. I was just taken and knowing that he's probably blaming himself right now made me feel worse.

However, thinking of Kay made me feel like surviving through this, through the torment and torture I was facing. I remember that he would find me, he would save me like he's already done so many times before and I'd get to cuddle him again. When Neil was tying a cloth around my face I thought of Kay's dark eyes that always looked at me like I was an angel. When Neil started pouring the murky water over my face and I start to drown with Danny screaming in the background, I imagine his voice telling me it will be okay and that's he's coming to get me. When Neil's go me tied up my the throat in the basement and is making Danny pour boiling wax onto my skin, I think of his god awful humming in my ear as I wake up.

As Neil's braking every piece of my soul, I think of Kay and the way he braids my hair.

While I've been here, in times of relaxation and a break from the terrible things that have been happening to us, I learn to braid my own hair just the way Kay does it. I braid Danny's hair too, the first time was when he was weeping at the foot of my bed.

Neil has been tormenting Danny just as much, making him hurt me, making me hurt him. He's been forcing Danny to speak Spanish while he's been here.

Danny's speak, yes. Only because he's been forced to. He speaks Spanish to Neil and English to me. I've always wanted an easier way to communicate with Danny and I've wanted him to be able to speak, but not like this. Never like this.

I didn't want him to associate speaking with bad things and torture, so I ask him to speak to me normally.

Danny's teaching me Spanish in our down times and I'm picking it op quickly, I was always fast to learn new languages. He would tell me fairytales before we went to bed and would tell me what his parents were like in the mornings when we were getting ready.

I think I was doing a good job at making sure Danny wouldn't be too scared from this experience. I was sneaking him half of my meals when Neil was punishing him. I was cleaning him up when we weren't allowed to shower. I was cleaning his cuts and icing his bruises.

I just hoped that he could come out of this okay, even if I couldn't.

I wasn't a dominant, but I had to be for my best friend and that was okay, even if I needed my own dominant with me right now.

I also missed my family more than I could ever imagine, I missed dads funny jokes that other families would consider rude or offensive. I missed pa's eye rolls and chuckles and warm smile. I missed Matt's cooking and his kindness. I missed Brendon's light humour and easy personality.

It hurt how bad I missed everyone. It hurt worse when Neil would let us watch TV and see our families on the news, asking for help and doing interviews.

The twins were on the new, Ethan threatened whoever took us that he was going to kill them and Kay wrote in the papers that whoever had the guts to take me and Danny better have a good lawyer or else they were dead.

Dad was crying in the background while pa mustered up all his courage to beg the Kidnapper to please let us go.

Ace and Jax Night hadn't said anything to the public yet, not even after a month. The press were following them around like crazy but they had Rocket's body guards keeping them safe. I wonder if they knew Danny was watching if they'd speak up

I also wondered that if we escaped any moment if anyone would recognise us. Along with wounds and bruises distorting our faces, he had dyed our hair -mine green and Danny's purple- and broken my nose to the point where it would heal crooked, beaten Danny so hard that his eyes were swollen shut and could barely breath.

It was terrible, and there were so many moments where I would've taken the cowards way out if given the chance.

The only things stopping me were Danny, Kay and my family, plus Sam and Remy.

Sam and Remy were Neil's two other captives. Sam was short for Samantha and Remy was her daughter. Sam has been here as long as I would have, born to one of my mother's associates and dumped on our doorstep, raised to be my mother's personal killer and protector. Until my mother and everyone else died.

Remy was five years old and she was the only light in this place. Neil loved her, she was his daughter, after all, so he took good care of and kept her out of his illegal business. She was bubbly and full of joy.

Remy was my niece. It made me cry when Danny and I found the two curled up on the couch the first time we were able to leave our room.

"Who are you?" I asked, hiding Danny behind myself. He clung to my shirt.

"I'm Sam, it's nice to meet you." Sam with instantly soft spoken and polite. She lent into the girl on her lap and said, "go meet your uncles."

Remy had ran into them, almost knocking them over.

"What do you mean uncles?" I asked, picking up the small girl in a Cinderella costume.

"Remy is Mr. Grey's daughter and I understand that you are his brothers?" She smiles at us, and I realised that she is my age and that meant that this five year old must have been born when Sam was twelve years old to my twenty two year old brother. It made me sick to my stomach.

"Hey, precious," Danny mumbled softly, moving his hand to stroke back our nieces hair.

"Why are you crying," Remy asked, her small hands brushing under our eyes.

"Because you're so pretty," I tell her. This was family. She was family. Sam was family and Danny too.

Danny takes my hand and I squeeze it, smiling at him with tears streaming down our faces.

"It's going to be okay, Dan, it's going to be okay." I tell him and he nodded, putting his head on my shoulder as we hug our niece.

In that moment, it really did feel like it was going to be okay. It felt like with this new family, nothing could break us. But, almost nothing is unbreakable and we were already broke.