Story Idea – Miley was kidnapped a year ago, but she suddenly appears at home. Jackson's POV
Picking Up The Pieces
Chapter 1
I'm Jackson Stewart, the ignored former older brother of Miley Stewart. Former, because she's gone. Well, not officially gone. She could still be alive, and there's no proof to say she isn't. Still, there's no proof to say that she is, either. Almost a year ago now, my little sister was kidnapped. And I remember that next morning so well. Dad was furious at himself, and at the kidnapper. Why hadn't she screamed? Why did we only know later? Why couldn't we find her? Those first couple of days were the worst, because there's just a feeling of hopelessness. I was the only child, and it wasn't as great as I always expected. As corny as it sounds, I missed her bugging me for rides and calling me short.
After that, things were kind of a blur. I wasn't really…there. Just going through the motions. Doing my schoolwork, dating but never really focusing on the relationship. I'll admit that I drank. A couple times drugs may have been taken, but I'm not addicted to anything. It was just an escape. Pure and simple.
Eventually, my friend Cooper drove me back to normalcy, but even I don't know how.
And now it's been nearly a year since Miley was kidnapped. We haven't had any "promising" leads in a while. Every phone call is a disappointment. Every day is more and more depressing.
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Dinner that night was silent, like always. With me being depressed and dad working on fighting off Hannah Montana pregnancy rumors, we don't really talk much. You heard me. Pregnancy rumors. How stupid. Just because a girl cancels all her concerts in the foreseeable future and declines interviews doesn't mean she's pregnant. Maybe she was kidnapped. Idiots.
I mashed my spaghetti listlessly while dad fumbled through some important-looking papers. Suddenly, the phone rang, and I practically jumped in my seat.
"Could you get that Jackson?" dad asked, not even looking up. I shook away my shock and picked up the phone.
"Stewart residence."
"Who is this?" asked an official, if snotty, voice.
"Jackson Stewart." I replied suspiciously.
"Can I talk to your father?" the voice requested snootily.
"Sure." I shoved the phone in dad's face. "It's for you." He grunted and picked up the phone. What a charmer.
"Hello?" I was already bored with the conversation, and returned to seeing how well I could spread the tomato sauce.
"Really?" he sounded completely shocked. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he cried with joy, jumping up from his chair and grabbing a pen. "Yes, okay. We'll be there as soon as possible. Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to us!" he clicked off the phone and, grinning ear to ear, turned to face me.
"What?"
"They found your sister!"
Author's Note. This is my pet story. I update when I feel like it. In all honestly, this might fall to the ground in a week, but I'll have loved writing as much as I actually get through. Know that I might never finish, and I'm not forcing myself to. By reading this story, you run the risk of never getting another chapter, ever again.