Facing the Past-Chapter Six

**Whoa, I just realized how SHORT that last chapter was. I think I completely messed it up somehow, so I'm redoing Chapter Six and then I'll finish it up soon. PLEASE review.**

Callahan stared into Peter's eyes. "Please Peter...I need to find him. Help me!" he begged. "I can't do this anymore. I can't...I can't just sit here, wondering what someone's doing to Cameron, or if he's dead. Do you know what it's like waking up in the night and looking over, just to see an empty bed? Mom hasn't made the bed, and I'm not allowed. I can't even sit on it. I guess they're scared that that'll mean that he's really gone, for good..."

"No, Cal, I don't know how it feels. But I do know that yes, I will help you. Sophie will help you. Scott, Shelby, Daisy, Ezra, Auggie, Katherine and even Kat will help. You just have to let us." Peter said. Cal was quiet for a minute. "I think he's dead. I mean, how can a kid that's alive be missing for more than just a few months and no one's heard from him? It's impossible," Cal mumbled. "You can't think like that, Callahan. That won't help."

Cal was quiet again. "I think I'm just gonna go to bed, okay?" Peter nodded, "Alright. Cal, he's fine. I feel it. Okay?" Cal just nodded and slowly walked off.

**Later That Night**

Callahan had woken up around midnight. He was the only one awake. He tossed and turned but couldn't get back to sleep, so he rose out of bed and pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt over his shorts and wife beater.

He stepped outside for some fresh air and sat on the stairs. He was looking towards the woods when he saw a small, blonde figure running along the woods and then into them, all the while the voice yelling "Lassen Sie mich allein! Hilfe! I besagt-kein!"

Callahan leaped up. He knew who that voice was. He knew it all to well, although it seemed to have been fading for the past few months.

"Stop!" Callahan screamed and started racing for the woods. The little boy stopped and stared in amazement. "Cal-" He was interupted when a big, burly figure grabbed him and the woods echoed with the scream.

It was Callahan's little brother.

The presumed dead Cameron.