Kidnapped

Chapter 1

Abby's POV

It's been 11 months. Nobody is the same anymore the cops are still trying to find her I'm terrified that they'll give up. I just miss my sister she was my everything and I can't lose her Sam has tried to cheer me up but I'm not sure he can. He may be my fiance but I'm just sad people say 'it'll get better' but in all reality it never fucking does. The pain In your heart is now a gaping hole, and only one person can fill that hole but there gone. You don't know if you'll ever see them again you just hope that you will but you know what they say about hope it breeds eternal misery. I'm honestly sick of people telling me it'll get better. I'm sick of this damn sorrow I get. I'm sick of not knowing if my sister is breathing or she has already took her last breath. I'm just sick of everything at the moment. I'll never recover until she is safe in my arms breathing. I can still remember our last conversation and it didn't end on the best terms.

*flash back*

"Olivia Marie you are not going to that damn party" I yelled at her.

"Why not" she groaned.

"There bad news" I said lowering my voice.

"I'm still going" she said walking upstairs.

"Yeah then don't come back" I yelled.

"You'd like that wouldn't you" she yelled back.

"Damn right" I yelled walking out the door slamming it.

*end of flash back*

She did come back that night we didn't talk at all. Then a week later she was kidnapped. I just wish I could've told her I loved her. I just hope she knows I didn't mean anything I said. I really hope she does.

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Damn..