A/N: Well, it's been a year. I've got some responses to reviews I've gotten. In response to FH Fan's idea about me being sickening and what-not: Thanks for your input. I'll keep you in mind. Responding to Xiro's idea that my story is very unrealistic: I couldn't agree more. I'm almost angry with myself for starting this in the first place. I can't stand the story, but I can't leave you all with an empty ending. I have to keep reminding myself that I was twelve when I started this. I went back and read (skimmed) the entire thing. I can' t promise that the continuity will be perfect, but it will be close.

The Following Morning: Michelle's P.O.V

Waking up, I knew what I had to do. Getting my sisters back was the only thing that mattered. I hoped for the best, but there was always that fear in the back of my mind that one of them was hurt or worse.

Marcus and I left early at 4 AM to check out the van. As we walked up to it, I got chills thinking of what may be inside.

"Ready?" he asked me.

"Let's do this."

We peered through the front windows of the car, and it was obvious that someone was living there. There were empty cups, containers of food, and cigarette buds everywhere. Suddenly, we heard a sniffling noise from inside the van.

"Open up!" Marcus screamed, rapping loudly on the door.

A scream was heard from inside the van, and a gruff voice answered, "And why would I do that? You're not the police, are you?"

"You should… you should… open up because- Well, what if we were the police?" Marcus searched for the correct words.

After several scuffling noises were heard from inside the van, the door slid open revealing blankets, pillows, and several lumpy bags towards the back of the van.

Seeing that we were eyeing the mysterious bags, the man simply said "Those are potatoes. I'm a farmer from the east. What might you be doing here young lady?" He touched my cheek.

I winced and moved away as I said, "I'm just here with my older brother. We were wondering what such a strange van was doing on this street. Obviously, we've invaded your privacy. Sorry, we'll just be going n-" Marcus lunged into the van and grabbed the smaller of the two bags. A yelp was heard from inside.

The man had grabbed my neck and pulled me inside the van. "I don't know what you two think you are doing here, but escape is not an option for you."

I heard Stephanie's voice, but it was muffled. "Michelle! It's me! I'm in the bag! Help me! Don't listen to anything he says." The man grabbed a gun and shot the ceiling of the van.

Becky's P.O.V.

I was going to get the paper when I saw the scuffle occurring at the van. I ran out there screaming for them to stop. The men ran from inside the house when they heard the gunshot. "Call 9-1-1!" one of the shouted.

The police arrived quicker than I would have expected them to. They arrested Harvey Chipper on the spot. Inside the van, they found DJ's body. Stephanie told them that he had raped her, and it was all because he was obsessed with her. He said that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Apparently he didn't know that the way to a woman's heart was not by killing her sister. I can't believe he did all the horrid things he did.

Stephanie, Michelle, and Marcus's physical scars will heal, but the pain that is left on their hearts and all of our hearts by the loss of DJ will never heal. We have lost something so special. There is no excuse for taking an innocent human life.

The End

A/N: I don't like it. I'm not happy with this story, nor the way it ends. I'm just glad it's over.