Disclaimer: Still the same.
A/N: One of these nights I'll have more then two hours to write a chapter, and hopefully it will be awesome… In the meantime, here's a bit more...
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Josh was sitting on Drake's bed, staring at the mess in the room. This was where Devon had been when he'd tied Drake up… The soda can was still laying on the floor next to drake's broken guitar, it's sticky contents puddled like blood. There was that too, small droplets scattered like evil stars in a nightmarish sky.
He could still remember the fear in Drake's eyes as his dad had held that knife to his throat. The memory would never leave him. Being bound to the dining room chair had been terrerfying, he couldn't even imagine how Drake must feel right now. Fresh tears burned his eyes as his hands gripped the blankets.
"Drake…" He whispered as he turned to the window. Somewhere out there Drake was alone with a monster. Some where out there…
Josh didn't want to think about where Devon might have taken Drake, or what might be happening. If he let his mind go into those dark places then they might be real. If he could imagine it then it could be happening. He didn't want that. So he pushed the thoughts as far away as he could and breathed deeply.
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Jamie's mom slowed the car down when she saw the police car in the Driveway of the Nichols' house. Audrey hadn't called her to tell her not to bring Meghan home. They must have been robbed, She thought as she pulled into the driveway.
Before she could say anything, Meghan had jumped out of the car and was running for the front door. Maybe she should follow, make sure everything was okay. She watched the door open, saw a very distraught looking Audrey pull her daughter into her arms and decided that she'd find out what happened later.
"Mom?" Meghan pulled out of her mom's hug and stared into the house. She'd never seen her mom look so worried. "What happened?"
Audrey lead Meghan into the house and pulled her close again. "Your dad kidnapped Drake…" She could barely get the words out before starting to cry.
Meghan dropped her backpack and stared at her mom, disbelief plastered on her face. "Why?" She asked. "Weren't the police supposed to catch him?"
Audrey swallowed her own anger at the police and stared into Meghan's eyes. "He was waiting here when the boys got home, it wasn't their fault. They're trying to find him. They'll bring him back." Audrey believed her own words, she had to.
Meghan pulled away from her mom and ran toward the stairs, anger in her young eyes. How were they going to bring her brother back if they couldn't even keep him from being taken? She ran toward Drake and Josh's room and burst through the door, startling Josh.
"Meghan…" Josh jumped down from Drake's bed and stared at his sister. He'd never seen her so visibly shaken.
"Why'd you let him take Drake?" She asked, punching Josh in the shoulder.
Josh was hurt by her words. "I didn't," But he couldn't help but feel like he hadn't done enough to stop it. 'I had to do what he said, he had a knie to Drake's throat…'
Meghan stared at him through teary eyes. "He's going to hurt him and noone knows where they are." She sobbed, breaking down.. "I don't want to loose my brother."
Meghan fell into Josh's arms, letting him hug her as she cried. She didn't mean to blame Josh, it was just habit. She was more afraid now then she had ever been.
"Neither do I," Josh said as he hugged her. In all the years that Meghan had been his sister, he had never hugged her before. He hated the circumstances for the hug. "The police will find him, they have to."
Meghan shook her head and pulled away from Josh, wiping away the tears. "What happened?"
Josh stepped backwards, leaning against Drake's bed. When I got home from dropping Mindy off, he came down the stairs with Drake tied up, and he had a knife. He was going to kill him if I didn't do what he said. Then he tied me up and took my car, and called around two in the morning." He said, remembering how upset their mom had been.
"Drake?"
"No, your dad," Josh hesitated. "He wanted to talk to you."
"Why?" She asked, chills running down her spine.
"I don't know, mom talked to dad and the police alone."
Josh sat on the bed, watching as Meghan climbed up and sat next to him, crying. It was weird to see her cry, for her to be this close to him. "I'm sorry…"
Meghan didn't say anything, her mind was racing, trying to think of ways to get Drake back.
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Devon drank straight from the bottle, letting the alcohol burn his throat. It felt good after all of these years. He leaned back in the chair, pulling three photographs out of his pocket. they were all he had from his old life. There was the one of him and his little Meghan, one of he and Audrey, and the last was of the four of them as a family. He looked into the last one, seeing how happy they all appeared.
Drake was smiling as he sat on his father's lap, and Meghan was grinning as only a baby could while her mother tried to hold her still. despite everything a grin crossed his lips. He'd tried to love his son, after all, didn't every man want his firstborn to be a boy? But Drake had always looked too much like his father, and Devon hated him for it. Audrey had always babied him too much. it had made Devon sick.
He let the photo fall to the ground as he reached for the bottle, taking another long, hard drink. With the fire in his veins he pulled himself out of the old leather chair and moved around toward the back. He pulled out his knife and cut a large chunk of the material free. He rolled it up as tightly as he could and used the duct tape to bind it into place. Then he cut nine long, thick strips out from the top, laughing as the dangled menacingly. It wasn't the best whip he'd ever seen.
Devon extended his leg and swung the device down with his full strength, biting his lip at the pain. It would work just fine. He looked down the hallway and smiled. it was time to have some fun.
