Chapter 1

BPOV

I screamed. Loud. I tried to fight the man off, but I didn't have the strength.

"Omigod, James found me!" was all that was running through my mind. I prayed that he would kill me right there, that he would make it quick and easy.

But to my surprise, It wasn't James' deep, drunken voice, but a higher, clearly sober one. I didn't know who he was. And where that may be disturbing to most people, if I didn't know him, he couldn't bring me back into James.

"What in the name of all that is Holywere you doing over there? You are WAY to young to be jumping off a bridge. You're throwing your life away, god dammit! What could have possibly been that bad in your life??" The guy behind me sounded like he was going to kill somebody. I got really scared for a minute. Then I decided, to hell with it. If he was going to kil me, he would have already.

"First off, who the HELL do you think you are? You have NO right too assume that I shouldn't be doing this. How the fuck do you know that I'm 'throwing my life away'? Maybe its better if i dont exist! Ever though about that? Maybe this is the only way to escape my hellhole I am sad enough to call my life!"

I just stood there, trying not to cry. That would totally throw off my whole tough chic image at that moment. Who the hell was he to come in here and tell me what to do?

My outburst surprised me and the guy standing behind me. When I stopped fighting him and he know that I wasn't going to run off and jump, he let me go. He was still tense though, ready to pounce if I decided to make a break for it. I turned around and I finally got to see his face. He had the same big brown eyes that I did, and the same shade of brown hair. He had more life in his eyes, and his hair looked a lot better than mine. I looked like I had just tunneled here from China, and he looked like he just got out of the gym. His muscles were huge! He looked like he was in his early 20's and definatly well built. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place it. He looked at me with wide eyes for a minute, although I don't know if he was noticing how we looked alike or my bruises. When he got over his shock he could only get two words out.\

"Wh-What happened?"

He kind of choked when he asked, like he didn't really want to know, but had to ask anyway. I kept quiet though. He may look just like me, but I'm not trusting him yet. No way, no how.

?POV

When I saw that girl standing on the edge of the bridge, sobbing, I knew what was about to happen. She looked like she was 17, way too young to be so troubled that whe would have to kell herself. So I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed her and pulled her away from the edge. As I was running towards her I could hear her saying something, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. Then she grabbed the chain around her neck, and just as she was about to step over I grabbed her and pulled her away. She was screaming, but she ws to weak to fight back. She looked like she hadn't eaten in years. My shouting surprised me, and her answer surprised me more.

"There's no way her life can be that bad. Shes only 17. What problems could she possibly have besides the latest fashion and who she's going with to prom?"

I could tell she had basically given up, so I put her down, still making sure she wouldn't run away.

I was shocked when she turned around. I couldn't find my vice to ask about the bruises and scars across her arms and legs, and the fading marks on her face. You name it, it was marked up somehow.

"Wh-What happened?" was all I could manage to get out. I couldn't tell what she was thnking, whether she was self-consious, scared, or . . . happy? Why the hell would she be happy? And that necklace looked really familiar . . . huh.

"So . . . What happened? Come on, I won't tell anyone. Swear on my sisters life. "Okay shit that was stupid. I need you home sis. life sucks without you. Come home in one piece please????" I thought over and over again. I miss my sister, and want her home now.

"Fine, why don't I talk, and you listen?" She nodded hesitantly, but looked pretty intrested. Ahh, she looked so damn FAMILIAR! Why can't I put a name to a face?

BPOV

That's how we spent most of the morning, him talking and my listening. He had a twin sister who was kidnapped when they were 8, and they haven't heard from her since. They have no clue where she or the man who kidnapped her may be. I felt really bad for him, missing out of all of his brothering responsibilities, all because some jerk took her and thought he wanted her more than her family did.

I knew he saw my bruises, my scars, and probably my cutts as well, but to my relief he didn't say anything about it. Well, since he was so open with me, I should be kind of honest with him too, right?

"Like your sister, I was kidnapped by some loser. I don't know how old I was. I can't remember much, I've lost a hell of a lot of brain cells since then, though." I stopped to gauge his reaction. He seemed to have just realize something. He opened his mouth to speak, but I made him wait. If I stopped talking now, I probably wouldn't be able to start up again.

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A/N hey guys I know its short, and you really don't learn much, but its better than nothing, right? The only reason your getting chapters so close to each other is because I'm sick and I have nothing better to do. I have a 3 day weekend coming up, and no field hockey :D so I should have chapter 2 up by monday or tuesday. I'm writing it now. So yeah . . . . . .

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