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Twister felt someone shaking him and he moaned groggily opening one eye until Lars bluringly came into focus.

"L-Lars." Twister spoke as well as he could in his tired state.

Lars quickly shushed him.

"Get up." he commanded in an incredibly low voice.

"What...?"

"You heard me Twister. Stay quiet and come with me." Lars spoke in a dangerous tone that Twister had learned the hard way to listen to

So he got off his bed as quietly as he could and followed Lars down the hall and out the back door. Then stopped when he noticed his older sibling walk over to his car and open up the door on the passenger side. Twister hesitated to climb in and Lars grew agitated.

"Hurry up and get."

But Twister had the sinking feeling that he really shouldn't get in the car and unconsciously took a step back. Lars became more impatient with the disobedience.

"Do as your big brother tells you, Twister."

Twister took another step back and Lars grabbed onto his wrist, then threw him roughly into the car causing Twister to yelp in surprise, and locked the door before getting in himself. The surprise turned to pain and Twister had to bite his bottom lip hard to keep from screaming as they drove off.

"Remind me to punish you later for being so difficult. Like making noise after I told you not to." Lars muttered

They drove in silence for awhile before Lars finally noticed Twister was still cradling his wrist. He pulled over to the side of the road and took his younger sibling's wrist in a not too hard, but not gentle, grip to inspect.

"Yeah, it's definitely a break or a fracture or something like that." Lars concluded "Hold on a sec."

Lars began to search around in his glove compartment for his first aid kit. He had to dig a little to get it out from under all the excess drugs he'd stashed in his car.

When Lars at last managed to pull out the first aid kit he took out a sling and helped Twister put it on.

"Thanks." Twister muttered as they drove off again just in case his older sibling got offended by not being thanked.

Twister stared out the side window where everything was still dark, yet starting to get a little bit brighter. Twister couldn't help it. As he continued to look out the window he fell into a deep sleep where he was no longer aware of the world around him. Which at this point he had no complaints against.

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"W-what?" Reggie stared wide eyed not wanting to believe what she'd just heard

"Lars dissapeared some time last night right before we came to bring him down to the station. Apparently he took Twister with him." Officer Shirley patiently explained again.

Reggie instantly became horrified. What if Lars had left because he'd somehow found out about the police coming for him? What if he knew that it was happening because Twister had let his guard down and told?

"He said he'd kill me if I told."

Twister's words echoed all too perfectly in Reggie's head. She didn't want to think Lars would go that far, but if there was even the slightest chance the threat had been real like she feared they couldn't risk it.

"Any idea where they are?" Reggie asked nervously

Officer Shirley shook her head.

"Not yet. But don't worry, we'll find them." Officer Shirley tried to reassure Reggie, yet the note of uncertainty in her voice she couldn't quite cover up just put Reggie on edge more.

"We will find them." Officer Shirley said in a much firmer tone to help convince the young girl as well as herself.

The Rodriguezs' just sat at the table too busy bawling their eyes out over the news to even be aware of the situation. It was all still so unreal to them. Too difficult a concept to grasp. It's not like they didn't know situations like theirs happened, they had just never considered the possibility that it could happen in their family.

Reggie silently prayed her friend would be alright.

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Twister felt something beneath him that didn't feel like a car seat. He opened his eyes and sat up to glance around at the small motel room. He felt something cold digging into his ankle and looked down to see a metal cuff over it. He followed the chain attached to it only to find it was locked onto the bottom leg of the bed.

"Just a precaution to make sure you don't get any funny ideas about leaving." Lars explained, patting Twister on the head

Twister groaned and Lars seemed amused by the response. Soon enough he left Twister alone to go do who knew what and the younger Rodriguez grabbed the remote from off the side table, turning on the T.V. For a minute he thought about trying to call someone on the phone for help only to notice that Lars had cut the cord making that impossible. Twister was chained up and trapped with no visible way out.