Douglas.

"Where are you going?" he asked. I didn't respond. Donald came back in to know what was going on."Where are you going?" he asked again. I just stand there like a stachu. I didn't dare to say a word. I just wondered what his next move would be.

I'll get them out the car." Donald said suddenly. No! What was he doing?! I hope that the wink he gave me as he walked out the door was something. But instead of hoping, I followed him out.

"What was that about?!" I said behind him Donald.

"What? Oh sorry I frightened ya." he said unbuckling them. I was still waiting for a response.

"Here's the deal. We take the children back in, and Douglas will think that everything's okay. But we'll go out again while he's asleep and take them to my place."

"So basically, just do that we just did again?"

"Right. What do you think?"

"I think I'm going to be late." I murdered. But this was more important.

2 HOURS LATER . . .

After I woke up Adam, Bree, and Chase, that had went back to sleep in there room, me and Donald helped them get some things that we took out their suitcase (to make Douglas think that we were staying, which we weren't) and put them back in, and put Chase in his car seat. And as soon as we stepped out the room, Douglas was there. I don't get it! I'm a spy! I've been quiet enough. But this was only one person. He can't do anything. And now, there was no going back. We are not going to go back to sleep and wave our white flags. If I need Adam, Bree, and Chase safe in Donald's house, guess what? Adam Bree and Chases are going to be safe in Donald's house. We're just going to have to fight, right back.

"Come on." I said to Donald, and we walked right passed him.

"Where are you going?" he asked again.

"Donald, take the kids and put them in the car." I said. He nodded and walked out the front door.

"And we're getting away from you!" There was a long silence.

"Okay, GO!" he finally spoke. "I don't need you anyway!"

"Oh now you say it?!" I said. My feelings stayed the same when he said that. I mean, I already felt hurt; all those times when he would push me around and I would never be right.

"It's over, Mickalah."

Then, Donald comes through the front door. He looks out of breath.

"Where's Bree?!" Suddenly, we heard Adam, Bree, and Chase's bedroom door creaked open, and 1 year old Bree comes out to hearing her name.

"Bree!" Donald yips with relief.

"Bree, come over here honey." I said, but Bree's tiny sneakers wouldn't move.

"Bree, come over here!"

"Bree lets go!"

"Come on, Bree."

"Bree, come on!" Me and Donald said all at the same time, and still didn't move. She looked scared. Tears start to form in my eyes, and I put my hands over them. Why wasn't she moving?! She always runs to me when I call her name. Then Douglas starts to chuckle.

"Wow. What do about that! She won't even go to you!"

At that point, there was nothing I could do. I lost control. I took off my wedding ring and through it at him and went out the door. What I'm I going to do about Bree?

Chase's POV:

I never want to see Mr. Davenport's ugly face again. He will never change or apologize, and we won't see him again. Mr. Davenport is just going to have to find our sister on his own. But I bet we'll find her first; because of the new program that I'm working on. I've been through a lot of codes in the program just to find her. Now we know our sister's name is Ariana and we know exactly where she lives.

We're on our way to see her. It would be really rude to show up like that, but she was the only person we could go to. And I am for sure that I got her right location. We walked and turned on to the street were the house was. We'll finally see our sister. The one we've been trying to find our whole lives. The one that we barely knew. And she was just up the street.

As we walked we saw a girl who had a backpack. She had mix skin and dark hair. She was walking slow enough that we passed her up. I didn't know that she notice us until she said, "Wait!". I and Adam froze. She ran up to us. "I know you two!" she said with a big grin on her face. She knows us? This couldn't be our sister. She looked very, very different from us.

"You must have us mixed up from someone else." Adam said in the nicest voice he had. He took my hand and we began to walk faster.

"No no no no, no." She ran to catch up with us again. We stopped.

"I know you guys from a picture . . . . . . yeah . . . from that picture that's hanging up on the wall!" It sounded like she was talking to herself more than me and Adam. "You guys are my cousins!" she said.

No, this couldn't be. Doesn't this means that-

"Hi. I'm Ariana Brooks!" she said. The grin she had when she first saw us never faded.

I put my hand over my face. I traced the wrong girl? How can that be? I'm that smartest guy in the world!

"Is something wrong . . .Chase? Its Chase right? Is it Chase?" she asked.

"You're right. And that's Adam." I said as I pointed to him. "It's just that . . . I - I kinda thought you were my sister. And I'm kinda disappointed." I said looking down. Meeting Ariana is nice, but I was really looking forward to seeing my sister.

"That's okay. And why would your sister be over here!? Do you know where Bree is?"

"No." I said. Wait. Did she say Bree?

"Her name is Bree?!" Adam asked in amazement.

"You guys didn't know her name?!" she asked.

We shake our heads. "Well, thanks anyway." We started to walk the opposite way.

"Wait!" Ariana called back from behind us. "We're you going?"

We ran back up to her. I said," We don't really know. We were going to stay at our sister's place, but she's not here. We really don't have another place to go."

She looked very confused. Then she said, "Well you can stay with me for a while. I mean, you are my cousins."

"Okay." Adam and I agreed.

She unlocked the front door and entered. The house looked very new. It was clean and neat.

"Welcome, I guess." she said.

We took a seat in a room that looked like the dining room. She offered us water, which we accepted and she sat down with us. We looked around. Then I saw a picture. It was me, a girl, and Adam on a woman's lap. That must have been our mom. I stared at it.

"That's the picture I'm talking about." Ariana said. I stopped staring. Wow. I never have seen my sister before.

"I know that this is none of my business, but where were you guys coming from?"

I open my mouth to speak, but then someone knocked on the door. Uh oh.

We all got up to know who it was. Then, Ariana ducked down.

"What's wrong?" Adam asked.

"I don't know that person!" she said.

"But we do. That's uncle Donald." Adam responded in a sad voice.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay. Open it." Ariana said as she got up.

Adam opened the door. Mr. Davenport's eyes landed directly on Ariana. Then he said, "Hello!". Every part of me knew that he was acting.

"Hi." she said.

"I just came to pick these two up!" Mr. Davenport said with joy.

"Okay."

"Well, come on. I'll be waiting in the car." he said and walked to the car.

"Goodbye, Ariana." Adam said, and we gave her a huge. We started to walk out the door.

"Bye!" she called out. I never have seen anyone with such happy spirit. We wave back to her in the car window.

"Looks like I win the deal." Mr. Davenport said, smirking. Before we left we set a card on his desks that said we found Bree's coordinates, and if we were right, he had to stop beating us, and if we were wrong, he could keep doing it.

"You guys are real stupid!" I guess he was right, cause if we would of never left that note, he wouldn't of found us, and we would be in a safe position right now.

When we got 'home', I ran to the program. I sat there at the computer. "I'm the smartest guy in the world! How can the trace be wrong?" the voice inside me said. I spent all night. I spent hours, relocating where she could be, and how Ariana got mixed up with Bree? After Adam tried to convince me to go to sleep, I finally got it. it wasn't me, and it wasn't the program. Why didn't I think of it before?

It was Mr. Davenport. He hacked in and switched the names.