Hey everyone. This is my first fanfiction and I am kinda new at all this. I hope you enjoy this story. I started writing and it ended up being a brittana fanfiction so let me know what you think and please feel free to review and give me feed back :)

CHAPTER 1

He was following me. It's the third time this week that he's followed me after practice. It's dark out, the street is empty and everybody is asleep. I'm cold and I made it home safely, but his van creeps closer by the minute and I'm afraid that I might not make it home tonight.

"Brittany, come down here please" Susan Pierce yelled up to her daughter, who was getting ready for school. "Yeah mom?" she answered as she walked downstairs wearing blue jeans, her favourite gray sweater from roots and her converse and her long blond hair flowing down her shoulders. Everybody had been a little on edge lately since the disappearance of Brittany's twin sister Ashley. She was walking home from her swim practice. "I asked you to feed that cat ten minutes ago. I swear I don't even know why we have him. You and you sister insisted on getting him but you don't even pay much attention to him!" 'That's because he smokes and drinks so I've been giving him the silent treatment.' Brittany thought to herself. "I'm going to do it now, jeez" she said with a role of her eyes. Ever since Ashley went missing Brittany's had to do everything around the house, because her mom was too depressed and devastated to do any house work. "Ok. Do you want me to drive you to school?" Mrs Pierce asked. "No, I'm just going to walk." Her mother was hesitant to answer, because that's how she lost her other daughter. " Are you sure?" she asked unsteadily, "I don't think that's a good idea". "Relax mom, I'm not going to get kidnapped, It's daylight" After seeing the look on her mom's face she gave her an apologetic look, "sorry" she said and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before she left her mother alone in the kitchen.

Her walk to school lasted about fifteen minutes. Even though she didn't want to admit it she was afraid to walk alone, but she didn't need a ride from her mom. She wanted to prove to everybody that she could be independent. She was tired of always being pushed second to her "perfect" sister. 'Maybe she had what was coming to her' she thought. "Brittany!" she was cut out of her thoughts by her best friend Santana's voice. "Hey, sorry what did you say?"

"I asked you what class you had first. Are you alright? You seem a bit distant." she asked concerned.

"No, I'm okay. And I have English. How about you?" she asked.

"Art. My teacher hates me and I don't even know why."

"Don't worry about it, he's just jealous of your talent because he doesn't have any." Brittany said with a wink. "Thanks, I'll see ya next class." They walked away in different directions of the hallway.

There was a shadow behind Brittany as she walked into her English class. She looked back, but no one was there. She brushed it off and sat down in the second row. She felt a vibration on her leg and slid her phone out of her front pocket. One new text message. As she was about to open it, the teacher walked in and she slammed her phone in her desk. The class ended and Brittany went to her locker and grabbed her French books. She reached for her phone and froze as she saw the picture. "Hey, are you okay? " Santana asked as she walked up beside her best friend. "You look like you just saw a ghost." She continued. Brittany's face was white as snow and she couldn't move. She just saw a picture of her sister tied up, with a dirty rag in her mouth. She was either knocked unconscious or ... dead!

Brittany read the text message that corresponded to the attachment and read: If you don't be careful you might just be next. You did always want everything your sister had, including your "friend"- Anonymous. 'What am I going to do?' she thought to herself. Well the answer was simple, she was going to tell the police. "Everything's fine, just my mom texting me." Lie! Why couldn't she tell her? She's her best friend. She's supposed to be able to tell her everything, but she just couldn't muster up the courage to tell her. Was she protecting her? If so, then from what exactly?

The school day had come to an end. As Brittany was walking home she heard a few weird noises. She looked over her shoulder and saw her neighbour's trash bin move. She was aware that it was probably just a cat or something but she had been way to jumpy and on high alert lately so she started to speed up her pace and fumbled for her keys. She reached her door and threw herself in, while locking the door behind her. "Mom, are you home?", no answer. Brittany walked into the kitchen, the living room, her basement, her mom's bedroom but the older blond was nowhere to be seen. Brittany found this odd. Her mom was an accountant who worked from home. Why wasn't she there? She was starting to panic She called her mom's cell phone, but there was no answer. Ding! Dong! The sound of the doorbell brought her back to reality. She looked through the peep hole in her front door. She was tall enough so she didn't have to stretch to look and she saw a man with drown wavy hair in a police uniform. He was handsome, a bit younger than her mom. He was cute she thought but not her type. She steadied herself and slowly began to open the door. "Yes officer?"

"Hi, are you Brittany Pierce?" he asked her in a tone that frightened her.

"Yes" she croaked. Her reply was less than a whisper.

"May I come in?" he asked. She was hesitant to oblige, because she was worried he might not be a real cop. As she peered around him she saw his police car and cooperated. She poured him a cup of tea as they sat across from each other, each with grim faces. Neither knowing how to start. The police officer, who's name tag read 'Officer Montgomery' cleared his through and said, "I came here specifically to deliver some rather un cheerful news." Brittany looked up at him in anticipation. He started off slowly. "It's about your mother." There it was. It was like a rock had just hit her in the chest. She couldn't breathe. "What happened to her? Is she okay?" she already knew the answer to that, but she still wondered, did she kill herself, did the man who took her sister take her mother too? Did he take the two most important people in her life, so that she would be sad and alone forever?

"She's okay... but she's in the hospital. She had an anxiety attack Your neighbour across the street had an appointment with her. She walked in and found your mother gasping for air in the fetal position, so she called 9-11. And thank goodness she did." he told her in a calm and reassuring voice.

"Can I see her?"

"Of course. Come with me, I'll drive you there and escort you back home."

"Thank you"