Hey guys, It's time for Ch 4! I want to give a special shout out to Stafflord for reviewing all me chapters! You're awesome!

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JENNETTE'S POV

I was sleeping when the man burst into the room. He was carrying a mini TV and laughing. He slammed the TV down in front of me and snapped it on. The news buzzed on the screen.

"In breaking news today, a car found abandoned in an alleyway. Police believe that the blood inside the car was that of six year old Jennette Benson. Police are testing hair found at the scene to confirm the identity."

I stared at the screen dumbfounded. What would Mommy and Daddy think? Would they think I'm dead? This man was evil. I was getting angry really fast. I jumped up and charged at him. He laughed and swatted me down with his fist. Blood dripped down my lip and onto my chin. He laughed again and picked up the TV, leaving me alone in the room. I needed to get out of here to show Mommy that I'm still alive. I ran around the room looking for some kind of exit, a crack in the wall, a hole, something. When I didn't find anything I fell to the ground hopeless. I would never get out of there alive.

SAM'S POV

I saw the news that day. The news person made it seem like Jennette was dead for sure. But I knew she was alive. And she was out there somewhere. That hair could never be hers. Me and Freddie waited for the lab results to come back. I heard a faint knock on the front door. I looked at Freddie and he squeezed my hand. I opened the door and we were greeted by an officer. He came in and we all sat in the living room. The officer pulled out an important looking briefcase. He clicked it open and pulled out two plastic bags. He placed them on the table.

"This bag is the hair found in the car," the officer explained, "and this is your hair Mrs. Benson."

The officer rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"There's no easy way to say this, but the hair found at the scene was a match to your DNA, I'm very sorry." I breathed in quickly. My hand shakily reached over my mouth in complete shock. I closed my eyes tight but the tears leaked out anyway. I buried my head in Freddie's chest and cried harder than I ever had in my life. He wrapped his arms around me. I felt a few tears fall on my head.

"You're twenty-six, correct?" The officer said.

"Yes sir," Freddie said, "and Sam is twenty-five."

"It may not be appropriate to say this right now, but you're still young enough to have more kids." The officer said.

Freddie looked away. The officer stood up and said how sorry he was about our loss, and then he was gone. Just like Jennette.

I'm sorry this is short but I needed to get off the computer. Anyway, I think this chapter is pretty good, but also pretty sad. Thanks for reading my junk ; )

-Jamie