I have to stop writing emails to Dad now...otherwise he'll learn the trouble we're in.

I sent him one last night.

6:00 PM

We found Frankie at the house. He was sent to his room for a while, and now everything is normal...or, as normal as things can get around here, which isn't much.

The real truth? We have no idea where the hell our little brother is.

We searched for hours yesterday. Not one trace of little Frankie. Finally, at around twelve o'clock when everyone was about to die from exhaustion, we trooped back to our car, climbed in and drove home. I fell asleep on Nate's shoulder, and woke up to my twin carrying me up the stairs to my bed. I smiled faintly at Nate, but his face was set with worry.

"We'll find him," I mumbled as he placed me gently on the bed.

"I hope," he sighed tiredly, pulling my sheets up. I was slightly surprised; he never really cared that much about me, despite being my twin.

"Thanks," I muttered as I felt warm.

"No problem." He turned to leave.

"Nate?" I whispered my voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah?" He turned around.

"We will find him," I said firmly. "And...sleep well, okay?"

He nodded a ghost of a smile on his worried face. "Yeah, we will find him," he agreed. "Sleep well, too, Lena.'Night."

And I was left in darkness.

As I fell asleep, I realized that was the nicest thing Nate had said to me in a long time...ever since we were kids.

I liked it.

8: 00 am

Frankie's okay after yesterday. We think he's coming down with something, but otherwise he's fine. Jason's yelling at Shane. Mitchie stayed over a bit too long last night...Nate's making breakfast. He's still sober...imagine that!

Pssh, crap. The real happenings?

Well, the Nate-making-breakfast part is true, but his heart isn't in it. I decide to help him. I feel very alone.

Jason is sitting at the table, talking to 911.

I listen to his conversation while I beat some eggs in a bowl.

"His name is Franklin Gray," Jason says, looking at the adoption papers. "He's seven years old, approximately four-foot-one, has brown hair and eyes...Yes...he was wearing, uhmm..."

"Red sweat shirt and jeans," I supply. "Nike tennis shoes, black."

Jason nods in my direction and repeats the information.

Eventually, he says "Okay, thank you," and hangs up. He rests his head on his hands. Shane, who was sadly tossing around Frankie's baseball, says

"Jason, we'll find him, dude." And comes to place a hand on his shoulder.

Jason sighs. "It's my fault," he mumbles. "If I'd watched him better..."

"This isn't your fault!" I interrupt. "We didn't know he'd go crazy..."

I knew the story.

Frankie was in a bad mood and he was missing the orphanage in Spain, along with his friends. He'd seen something or remembered something in the store that made him even sadder, and then when Jason told him to do something...I forget what...he blew up.

Poor kid.

Jason and Shane wander to the living room to watch the news.

After a few minutes, a cabinet door slams. I spin around to see Nate angrily twisting the cap off of his most dangerous drugs. He tips too many into his hand.

An overdose.

"NO!" I scream, and bash them out of his hands. "Nate, stop it!"

"GIVE THEM BACK!" he screams as I grab the container and throw it to the living room. He tries to go after them but I grab his arm.

"Nate, don't!" I say, struggling to hold my twin back.

"I need those!" he cried, struggling just as hard to get free.

"Why?!" I exclaim angrily. "So you can go crazy? throw up and pass out and barely remember your name?! Nate, stop it! It's...It's not right when you take them. I hate it, Nate, I hate it!"

He freezes and turns to me, anger and fire in his eyes. "Why do you care?" he spats in my face. "They help me. Now LET GO OF MY ARM!"

"How do they help you?" I shout back. "You could kill yourself, Nate!"

"Well the bloody-hell you care!"

"I do care!" I scream at his face. "You're my brother and I love you! You think I like seeing you like that?! They don't help you at all!"

"YES THEY DO!" He shouts. "THEY TAKE THE PAIN AWAY!"

"WHAT PAIN?!"

"OF EVERYTHING! OF LIFE OF FEELING ABANDONED...EVERYTHING LENA, EVERYTHING...We're never going to see him ever again and that HURTS too much to bear!"

"Shut up! We can't think like that!" I exclaim angrily. "We'll find him!"

"What if we don't?" Suddenly Nate is speaking softly, tears forming in his brown eyes. "I cussed at him...I was so mad when he kicked me yesterday...But I'd let him do it again if it means I can see him!" And my older twin brother, Nathan Gray, the drunkard, the high, the tough as nails...my brother, began to
sob.

I stare at him in shock, then pull him into a long hug. Just like Jason, he sobs onto my shoulder as I rock him back and forth, patting his back and closing my eyes. Suddenly, I fell like I am the older twin, and he was just a tiny, scared little boy. He trembles and I sigh.

"Nate," I whisper. "We'll find him. I promise you. We'll find him."

He sniffs. Suddenly, Shane and Jason appear in the kitchen. They see me comforting Nate and suddenly, the Grays are together in a big group hug.

I really love my family.

Finally, Nate hiccups and looks up at us. "Thanks guys," he mumbles, embarrassment on his face.

"Listen we are all in this together, if one of us goes down, then we all do," Shane says, "But if you don't mind I rather not go down,"

"Okay, I think I'm done crying, now if you don't mind I have a breakfast to finish preparing," Nate said pulling away from the four-person embrace.

"Do you want any help?" Jason asks, pointing to himself, Shane, and I.

"Please?"

After a while, we have some edible food ready...only to realize none of us are really hungry.

We eat it anyway and get ready to search some more.

"Okay, people, we're going to have to make a perimeter," Jason says, laying out a map of the city.

"Where the hell did you get a map of the city?" I ask.

"City hall," Jason shrugs. "Now...Nate and Lena, you guys are going to take this outer edge of the city, by the marina. See? Right here." He traces the path
with his finger. "Shane and I are taking the other end. The police are helping us out, too. We have some here." He traces more lines. "And here, and then on the inside of the city."

"Shouldn't we have more people helping?" Nate asked.

"Oh!" Shane exclaims before Jason can answer. "I can get Mitchie to help and her friend Caitlyn!" and he ran off to the phone.

Jason smiles. "Excellent!"

Shane comes back only to run to answer the door. As Caitlyn and Mitchie step in, I can almost see Nate's heart start to pound. I know I see his eyes go wide. Caitlyn is just as pretty, if not prettier, than Mitchie.

It's love.

Oh boy.

Later, we gather outside.

"Okay, Shane with me--" Jason starts to say but Shane interrupts with

"Can I go with Mitchie?

"Uh...sure..."

"I'll go with Caitlyn!" Nate says, a little too loudly. She blushes and smiles in his direction. If he could have, I am confident he would melt in pleasure.

"In that case..." Jason says, a bit annoyed. "I'll go with Lena...Shane with Mitchie and Nate with Caitlyn. Meet back here in three hours! Everyone has a cell phone? Then GO!"

And we scatter.

"Why can't we find him!" I cry.

Yes, it's my turn now.

"Lena, calm down. You said it yourself, we'll find him," Jason says sitting on the couch next to me.

If you haven't guessed it by now, our mission to find Frankie was unsuccessful.

"Calm down?! How the hell do I calm down when my little brother is running loose in D.C.?!" I scream.

"Hypocrite," Nate says, leaning against the door frame.

I jumped up from the couch and stood dangerously close to him.

"What did you say?" I spat.

"Hypocrite," Nate repeats, "You tell us all to calm down, and yet you're the one having a fucking panic attack!"

"Am I not allowed to be worried!?"

"Guys, calm down," Shane says, looking worried.

"Shut up Shane!" Nate shouts.

I push Nate softly.

"Don't tell him to shut up!"

Nate pushes me back.

"Don't push me."

"Oh, you mean like this?" I say as I push him harder that before.

"Nate! Lena! Stop!" Jason shout.

Nate attempts to push me, but I grab his arm, twisting it in the process.

"FUCKING LET GO!" he yells in pain.

He grabs my ankle, taking me down, but I bring him down with me.

Soon enough we're rolling on the floor, hitting each other, like we used to do when we we're younger, only now where older and can fend for ourselves.

"Nate, Lena, stop it this instant!" Jason yells, not nearing us.

I punch Nate in the gut and he responds to hitting my nose.

I cry out in pain, and soon feel the trickle of blood coming from my nose.

Nate looks in shock.

"Lena...I'm so so-," he begins.

"Save it!" I shout, pushing him off of me and heading for the stairs.

"Lena! So-,"

"You know what!? I wish you had taken those fucking pills!" I scream and run up the stairs.

I go into my room and slam the door shut. I go to the bathroom and clean myself up.

He hit me pretty hard, blood still coming from my nose.

Just so you know, I didn't mean what I said to Nate.

God! Dad was right when he said I had to control my temper.

I go back into my room, lie on my bed and cry.

I cry because we can't find Frankie, I cry because I regret what I said to Nate, I cry because my parents are never there, I cry because everything was going fine and now it's all fucked up, and finally I cry, because I have a lot of crying to catch up on.

Eventually I fall asleep from exhaustion.

I am woken up by Jason shaking me awake.

"Lena, come on, wake up," Jason says.

"Huh? What's wrong?" I ask, as I see Shane coming into my room and going to my closet and throwing random things in.

"This," Jason says as he hands me a crumpled paper.

"What's this?"

"Read it." Jason says as he begins helping Shane.

We have Franklin. Don't alert the police if you want to see him again. Come to Las Palmas, Spain with 25,000 dollars, if not the child is dead. You have till December 25.

"Oh my gosh!" I scream. Frankie was…kidnapped?!

"Lena, come on," Nate says, as he drags two suitcases that belong to himself and Shane.

I jump of my bed and hug him.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!" I sob. 'I'm so sorry, Nate, I'm sorry!"

He drops the bags and hugs me back.

"I know," he replies. "I'm sorry, too. Is your nose okay?"

"It's fine." I smile at him, shakily and he smiles back

"Come on guys we have to go!" Shane says.

I give Nate a nod and I help zip up the suitcase.

Soon enough, we're sitting in the car, on our way to the airport.

Later, on a plane to Spain.

Don't worry Frankie! We're coming for you buddy!

Spain, here we come.

We boarded the plane and I take my seat next to Nate. Everything is in silence, well probably because there isn't much to say.

"Please fasten your seat belts, we are about to take off," a voice over the intercom says.

I inhale deeply as the plane starts moving, I have always hated flying.

I did my nails into the arm rest and then feel Nate give my hand a squeeze.

"Everything is going to be okay," he says.

Angie: Sooo sad. I feel bad. Today has not been a good day. REVIEW!

Alyssa: I am mad but i love this chapter! REVIEW!

Mya: dude. if you are shocked that lena and nate are twins........so am I...do you see what they do when I'm at work!...but its pretty awesome....DOOD! WE ARE ALL MAD! REVIEW FOR RELIEF!