~Josh's POV~

It's been a week since sister and father got into a fight. I can't find her after I heard that crash. It wasn't the same sound from when mother left, but it's also a different house.

Sister left me here with father, didn't she. She left me with an angry pa and his broom stick. Why won't she come back? She doesn't even answer the old flip phone I know she owns. We got a call yesterday saying she was fired too, and then the water was shut off because she she'd have the money the day she left.

I'm scared, please, come back sister.

~The Father's POV~

I can hear Josh every night praying to the stars for Sam to return. I want to tell him she's gone, put I choke every time I try. He told his teachers at school a couple days ago, and the sheriff came to question us. Josh told him we'd been fired when he heard a crash, but I told the officer it was just her slamming the door. She was angry was all, and ran away because of it

She'll be back.

Of course she'll be back! She was still alive when I left her in the forest. If she is found, she'll have been eaten a long while ago. Nobody goes that far into the forest anyways.

But Josh's crying is starting to get to me. He's so annoying, but he's my son. I don't want to hurt him, he's to much like his mother.

~Third Person POV~

To the neighbors to that small family, something had been going on for a long time. They'd known for all these many years that that man was abusive to his daughter, but they never did anything. Why should they? It's none of their business. But, now, after seeing him carry that girl and put her in his old beater truck, they knew something was wrong. Still yet, none of them spoke up. Nobody commented about how the girl had blood in her hair and didn't seem to move.

Nobody spoke up, not even after three weeks after the girl's disappearance when they noticed the boy no longer left his home. For two days, nobody entered or exited except for the third day of silence when the father left, carrying his young son in his arms. He had tears staining his cheeks and new ones running off his chin as he put the boy in his truck and left with him.

After that, the neighbors finally called the police.

~Josh's POV~

"Father, stop it!"

I sobbed as he threw aside the broomstick. He was drunk again more drunk than I'd ever seen him when Sammy was with us.

"Your weak! Your sister was stronger, faster, and never cried!"

"You did this to Sammy too? No wonder she left us! It's your fault!"

"Shut up!"

We were both crying now as he picked me up by the collar and held me up to his face. He shook me back and forth as I begged him to stop. He just continued shaking me back and forth, screaming about how I was worthless.

I am worthless. I didn't even realize how badly he was treating Sammy after momma left. I'm useless. How could she always stand me as I complained about math or not getting to play with the frisby at recess.

Is she gone because of me too?

No.

Father became furious at me for not answering him at that point and threw me against the counter. I felt my head hit the corner and I collapsed, my head throbbing and my senses fading.

I could hear him yelling as he cradled me in his arms.

"Josh? Josh please, I'm sorry! Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me too…"