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AN: This starts exactly where we left off.

Chase's PoV:

I stared in shock at Bree's empty bed. My family pushed past me and entered the room, talking rapidly and frantically to each other. But I didn't move; I couldn't. The shock of all that was happening paralyzed me, and fear ran through my veins. I had an idea about who took Bree, but I just hoped and prayed that I was wrong. Soon, the shock wore off, and it was replaced by anger.

I quickly walked over to Mr. Davenport, who was reading something. It looked like a note, and it had been laying on Bree's bed, I realized. I lifted Mr. Davenport up by the collar of his pajama shirt, an angry glint in my eyes.

"Find her," I growled. I dropped Mr. Davenport, and he landed on the ground with a small 'thud.' My family just stared at me, and when no one moved, I yelled, "FIND HER!" My family scrambled out of Bree's room, and right in time too. Because the second Bree's door closed, I fell apart. Tears started to stream down my face. I whipped out my cell phone and dialed Bree's number, but no one picked up. I heard Bree's beautiful voice on her voice mail, and when she stopped talking, I hung up. I scrambled over to Bree's bed and grabbed the note, which had (oddly enough) landed back on the bed when I caused Mr. Davenport to drop it. I read the note:

"Davenports,
I have your beloved little Bree. If you come for her, I'll kill her. I'll return her-eventually. And I have to say that Breana will be quite different when she returns to you. Best of wishes."

While the note wasn't signed, I had a horrible feeling that my hunch about Bree's kidnapper had been correct. But I had to be absolutely sure. So I used my finger print recognition app, and I found that I had been right. Krane took Bree.

Adam's PoV:

I sat in the living room with my family, save for Chase. Well, technically, he wasn't related to any of us, but still. Anyway, we were having a meeting about Bree. I sat on the couch next to Leo, my head in my hands. How could I let this happen? My room is right next to Bree's; I could've saved her. But I guess that I was sleeping too hard or something, and as a result, my baby sister was taken.

Leo was just staring at the wall, probably still in shock. Mr. Davenport stood with Tasha, who had her arms around him in a comforting gesture.

"How could I have let this happen?" Mr. Davenport whispered hoarsely.

"It's not your fault," I told him, "It's mine. Bree's room is right next to mine, and if I hadn't been sleeping so hard, I could've saved her. WE could've saved her."

"Now stop it, both of you," Tasha scolded gently, "It's no one's fault. The only person who's at fault here is the person who took Bree."

"I just can't believe that she's gone," Leo said.

"I know, buddy," I replied, putting my arm around his shoulders.

I could only hope that Krane hadn't taken her, though I knew deep down that he did. I would also hope that Krane didn't hurt my sister- for his sake.

Mr. Davenport's PoV:

My little girl. My only daughter. She's gone, and Krane probably has her. The note said that he'd return her, but she'd be different. What was this guys definition of different? God only knows what he'll do to her. What if he raped- no. I couldn't think like that. Krane wouldn't go THAT far, would he? He would probably just torture her. And if he DID go that far, I would kill him. NO ONE touches my baby girl! NO ONE!

"What do we do, Mr. Davenport?" Adam asked.

I knew from reading the note on Bree's bed that we couldn't go after her. So, as much as it pained me to say this, I replied with, "Nothing. The note on Bree's bed said that if we came after her, she would die. We can't risk her life. As much as I hate it, we'll have to wait for Bree's kidnapper to bring her back."

"WE CAN'T JUST DO NOTHING!" Adam yelled, standing up and facing me head on.

"I DON'T LIKE IT ANY MORE THAN YOU DO! BUT IF WE WANT BREE TO LIVE, WE HAVE TO WAIT!"

Adam ran a hand over his face, and I saw tears gather in his eyes. "I know," he responded. Then my eldest son stalked off, presumably going to his room. My assumption was proved correct by the sound of Adam slamming his door.

Bree was taken by a bionic mad man, Chase was upstairs in Bree's room, probably crying his eyes out, and Adam was in his room, pissed off and probably crying as well. My family was falling apart. But I would put them back together.

Leo's PoV:

Bree. Bree. Bree. Bree. Bree. I couldn't stop thinking her name, as if it would magically make her appear if I thought it enough. My big sisters image stayed in my head, and I remembered different moments that I had shared with her. The memories came back all at once, in flashes.

Us laughing when Adam got caught in his own trap, when Bree used her vocal manipulation at school to imitate Principal Perry. I remembered helping her clean up after she fell for one of Adam and Chase's pranks, and I remembered holding and comforting her when Ethan broke her heart. Everything came back in flashes. And it was painful. It was painful to see my sisters laughing face and then think about how she may never laugh again. It was painful to think that her kidnapper, whom we all assumed was Krane, might change her for the worse.

Bree had been there for me a lot. She helped me with Janelle, she helped me with homework, she gave me advice. And she tried to make me a better person. My sister was gone. But I didn't know what was scarier: the fact that my sister was gone, or the fact that she would come back damaged.

Tasha's PoV:

I couldn't believe that my daughter was missing. "Oh my God," I thought, "If I feel this horrible about Bree's disappearance, imagine how Chase feels! The poor thing must be devastated!"

Bree and Chase had a truly beautiful love story. They didn't make out all the time; they didn't need to. Instead, they showed their love through gentle kisses and touches, which I thought was amazing. So many kids today don't have any depth in their relationships, but Bree and Chase had depth. They had love. They were, I had noticed, IN LOVE with each other; they were each others soul mate. They couldn't live without each other, and I knew that when Bree came back, Chase would be the only one who could truly help her.

I had noticed how protective Chase had been of Bree before she was taken. Chase's protectiveness wasn't creepy or over-bearing, though. It was sweet and romantic. He wanted to protect her; he wanted to be the person who always made Bree feel better. Chase always knew when Bree was upset, and he had always been there for her. He was truly in love with her, and I knew that Chases feelings were reciprocated by Bree.

The thought of Bree not being the same when she came back was more than horrible- it was completely, utterly devastating. I wanted my daughter back- and I wanted her back as soon as possible.

Chase's PoV:

I laid on Bree's bed, sobbing and looking at her picture on my phone. My Bree. The love of my life. She was gone. I just...couldn't believe it. I had to get her back. But that was just it- I couldn't. I couldn't do anything, or she would die. And that killed me. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep. And that night, I had the best yet the worst dream ever.

*Dream:*

I was laying down, my eyes closed. I opened my eyes and sat up, looking around. I was in a gorgeous meadow, that had tall grass and many flowers. The sky was a clear, beautiful blue. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a black, three-quarter shirt, jeans, and black Nikes. This outfit was Bree's favorite- she had told me so herself.

"Chase," I heard a soft voice call. I looked up to see Bree standing a few yards away from me. She was wearing a long, white dress that stopped at her ankles. Her hair was down, and she was barefoot. She wore no makeup; of course, it's not like she needed to. She was naturally beautiful, and even now, she looked radiant.

"Bree," I breathed. I stood up slowly, not sure if it was her. But when she smiled that stunning smile, I knew that it was her. I ran to her and scooped her up into a hug and spun her around.

I pulled back a little and put Bree down, but kept her in my embrace. I lifted one hand and stroked Bree's cheek. "God, I miss you so much already. You're so beautiful."

"You don't look too bad yourself," Bree commented, smiling at me. She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips, and I kissed back.

When we pulled away, I saw something that infuriated me. Bree had a black eye and a cut on her cheek. Suddenly, Bree fell from my grasp and the scene morphed into one of horror. The field disappeared and was replaced by a dark dungeon. Bree was laying unconscious on the floor, and she was no longer in her dress. Instead, she was in her pajamas, and what was worse, she was bloody and beaten.

"Bree," I gasped. I ran to her and tried unsuccessfully to shake her into consciousness. Then the door of the dungeon suddenly flew open with a 'bang!' Bree shot up in surprise, and Krane entered the dungeon. He walked towards Bree menacingly, and he seemed to not notice me.

"Hey, princess," Krane taunted, "How you feeling?" Bree gave a whimper in response, and Krane chuckled evilly. "Great. Now, let's have some fun."

*End Of Dream*

I shot awake, sweating, shaking, and panting. I felt tears streaming down my face, and I collapsed back onto Bree's bed.

"Bree," I sobbed, "Bree!"

I needed the love of my life back. I needed to hold her in my arms and protect her. I needed my Bree. And I needed her desperately.

AN: There's chapter three! Hopefully it was alright, sorry if it wasn't. I'll try to update soon, and I'm sorry if this was too filler. SO, thanks for reading,
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