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Mama and Daddy had gone out for the day. Typical Mama and Daddy type things. Otis had gone off to see his 'girlfriend' Candy, Rufus was off on one of his little stints, and who knew where the others were. Just me and Baby home all by ourselves bored out of our skulls. We had the tv on, but we really weren't watching it as of the moment. Something stupid was on anyways. Some sort of game show, with the host wearing a ridiculous 70's jacket. "My God, lookit that jacket." Baby exclaimed. I looked lazily at her. "what? Where?" I ask. "On tv." Baby giggles. I look at the man's jacket. "fuck the tv. Im bored. Lets go do something." I grumble. "Fuck the tv? Fuck you!" growls back. Clearly she loved her tv, and man wearing stupid colored coat made no difference. I toss a pillow at her and go grab a drink when I hear a loud rap at the door. I peer through cautiously.

Fuck balls! The damn pigs! I alert Baby who automatically goes on the alert mode. But she knows to keep her calm and not act out irrationally. Mama taught both of us that. I open the door with a big goofy grin plastered on my face. The two police enter inside. They were older men, kind, considerate…stupid. We sat down and made small talk for a while. Then they asked if we had seen 4 missing youths. We shake our heads no. we even let them look around our property "just to be sure" luckily for them, our dog was tied up. One cop asked if he was dangerous. "I wouldn't pet him. He only likes our family. That's why we have him tied up." The police I was leading back away from the enraged dog. Having been satisfied that the he found nothing out of the ordinary he left to find his partner who was leaving my house with a big grin on his face. Baby came following out after him grinning as well.

The two men left and thanked us. We decided to keep this quiet form Otis. He would have had a shit fit despite Daddy saying sometimes 'ya gots ta let things go.' After the men were gone we returned to the boredom of tv, when another knock came from the door. I sigh and go to answer, when I was greeted with a gun pointed directly at my chest. In comes Wyfuckingdell. That bastard had it in for us from day one. Baby's face pales as he orders us to sit down away from each other. Wydell takes off his hat and sits down and begins his spiel. "alrighty. Im gonna ask you once, and one time only. Where the fuck are the 4 missing youths?" I glare at him. "Your boys just came by here. And ill tell you what I told them. I don't fucking know. They never came by here. Never saw them before in my life." I growl. I act unafraid, but I was scared shitless. This bastard had a gun. Not that I was afraid of his gun, or being shot, I was afraid of what he'd do to us before he decided to shoot us. He throws an empty glass at the wall and it shatters. "I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU! THEM KIDS CAME BY YOUR DADDY'S GAS STATION, THEN CAME HERE LOOKIN' FOR SOMETHING OR SOMEONE! NOW YOURE GONNA TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW OR SO HELP ME, THERES GONNA BE AN OLD FASHIONED ALABAMA ASS KICKING HERE AND NOW!" Wydell bellows inches from my face. I subtly grab a knife and wait for his next move. He makes it and I pull out my knife. The next thing I know is I am on the floor with this bastard on top of me. He holds my hands above my head and for a moment I thought he was going to rape me right then and there. But he slams the cuffs on me and yanks/drags me to his car.

Baby calls out and tried to chase but I tell her its ok. Call Mama or Daddy. I could see Baby was crying but she nodded. As he throws me into the car, I realize he never read me my Miranda rights. "Hey asshole, you never read me my rights dickwad!" I snarl despite the pain from where he had hit me. Wydell chuckles. "You ain't gonna be needin' em." He said with a cruel laugh. I shudder. I mentally say goodbye to my family just in case I never see them again. I only hope that this bastard gets whats coming to him.

Baby's Pov

I can't believe my sister is gone. I mean what the fuck? I wipe the tears from my eyes only to have them reappear once again. What if I never saw her again. I sit down and cry quietly. If I call Mama and Daddy, theyd do something rash. If I kept quiet until I could figure something out, Sydney may be dead by then. I had to call someone. I grabbed the phone and due to my bleary eyes I could have dialed Hong Kong for all I knew. A voice picked up and I half sobbed into the phone about Wydell breaking into the house and snatching Sydney. It wasn't until I heard the familiar "Calm your tits, let me handle this." Did I realize it was Otis. I sit down relieved and began to cry again. I hope Otis can fix this. I almost lost my sister once…I didn't want to go through that again. I fell asleep exshausted on the sofa with the phone within easy reach in case he called. I began to dream.

The long corridor was chilled and quiet. Not a sign of life except for a few people walking down the halls carrying clipboards. They paid the sultry blonde no attention, merely glancing at her and carrying on with their duties. The young woman went into an unmarked room where nothing was in there save for a table with a sheet draped over it. There was something under that sheet. Scared, the woman didn't want to pull back the sheet, for fear of finding herself laying on that table or something nasty and frightening. But she found herself drawn to the table and pulling the sheet back nonetheless. She pulled the sheet back and gave a cry of disbelief. Sydney lay there. Eyes half closed seemingly looking at her but seeing nothing. her youthful features marred with bruises and a gunshot wound in her chest.

Baby collapsed upon the girl's chest sobbing uncontrollably. It wasn't happening. It simply was not happening. Baby was trying to get her sister to wake up, but it wasn't working. She tried calling for help but no one came. She gently cradled her sister in her arms crying bitter tears. A phone rang. Somehow it appeared beside her. she picked up the phone with one hand, whilst holding her sister in her other arm. "Hello?" she whimpers into the phone. Nothing so far. Then a laugh. Cruel. Cold. Feminine. Definitely a feminine voice.

"Awww…poor Baby lost her sister. And that's only the beginning bitch. That's only the beginning….thats only the beginning." Baby now scared asks "who the fuck is this?" another laugh on the line. "you already know me bitch. Your sister is only the beginning…only the beginning…only the beginning…"

The young blonde gives a strangled cry and wakes up.

I wake up from that horrible nightmare. I only hope it wasn't a vision…that it was just a dream. The phone hasn't rang yet. Maybe there was a chance. Wydell couldn't prove anything if there was no evidence. We had gotten rid of it all. Unless, that fucking bitch somehow got out and told the cops what went on. I fucking swear…if that bitch has something to do with this…she's gonna beg for death by the time im done. She damn well better stay hid if shes hiding.

A/N

Delayed update I know. But now that im back from vacation, I have some new ideas in my head on where I want this story to go to. More coming soon.