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The Girl Who Took My Brother
The Girl Who Took My Brother
Author: Perfect Timing

Chapter 1 The Promise I Wouldn't Keep

Author: Perfect Timing
Andrew dangled a strawberry lollipop in front of me, coaxing, "Come on, Daniel. I'll bring you two more when I get back."

I stared at the candy, my heart heavy.

In my previous life, that was all it had taken to win me over.

That day, he'd worn a crisp white shirt and looked unusually sharp. I'd asked him out of curiosity, "Andrew, why are you dressed up so nicely? Are you going to meet your girlfriend?"

He'd blushed, covered my mouth, and told me to shut up.

Then, he unwrapped a lollipop and handed it to me, asking me to cover for him with our parents.

I'd happily agreed and settled in to watch cartoons in the living room, lollipop in hand.

…

When our parents called that evening to ask where Andrew was, I repeated exactly what he'd told me to say.

"Andrew's tutoring someone."

That was all it took.

He didn't come home for the next ten years.

I never ate another lollipop during those ten years. In fact, I was reminded of what I'd done whenever I saw one.

I'd always stare and wonder whether Andrew would still have been kidnapped if I hadn't been so easily bribed with candy.

I snatched the lollipop from his hand and threw it straight into the trash.

Andrew froze. "Daniel?"

I lunged for his bag, but he was so much taller that I couldn't reach it. So, I ended up wrapping both arms around his waist. "You can't leave! Mom and Dad said you're not allowed to go out without permission!"

Andrew panicked. "Daniel, what are you doing? Let go!"

He tried to pry my hands apart, but I held on like a limpet even as tears rolled down my cheeks.

His canvas bag fell to the floor, and the zipper came undone. A pink phone slipped out, and I immediately lunged for it.

I remembered the password. 0617. He'd told me that it was Olivia's birthday.

Messages started popping up one after another almost as soon as I unlocked the phone.

"Andrew, did you buy the ticket? Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. Just come to the station, and I'll take you away. No one will be able to control you from then on."

"Haven't you always wanted to see the ocean? I'll take you there."

My whole body started shaking as I read the texts.

That was because I knew he wasn't going to see the ocean. Instead, he was going to be sold into some remote mountain village like a stud.

I kept searching through his schoolbooks. Sure enough, I found a bus ticket tucked inside his math workbook.

The bus ticket was for a 6:40 p.m. departure from the old bus station in Ashbourne, bound for Kingsford.

I grabbed the ticket and tore it to pieces right in front of him.

Andrew's face went deathly pale. He shoved me the second he snapped out of it. "Daniel!"

I fell beside the couch, my knee hitting the corner of the coffee table. The pain was so intense that my vision went black.

Andrew crouched down to gather the torn pieces, his fingers trembling. "Who said you could tear up my stuff?"

I scrambled to my feet and grabbed the landline. "I'm calling Dad!"

Andrew rushed over and grabbed my hand. "Don't you dare!"

I was crying as I pulled my hand free.

I hadn't dared to do so in my previous life. However, I was going to do it even if he hated me for it. Alas, my dad didn't answer.

The living room fell silent.

Andrew's eyes reddened.

I quickly found our uncle's number. Matthew Sullivan worked at the security checkpoint at the old bus station.

"Uncle Matthew, Andrew's going to meet someone he met online! He told Mom and Dad he was going to tutoring, but he bought a ticket to Kingsford!" I yelled urgently.

Matthew's voice immediately turned solemn. "Daniel, lock the door. Don't let Andrew leave. I'll keep an eye out for him at the station."

I was just about to agree when Andrew suddenly ended the call.

He glared at me, looking both angry and hurt. "Daniel, you're such a tattletale! I'm never talking to you again!" he screamed.

I clutched the phone receiver as tears dripped onto the back of my hand.

Fine. He didn't have to talk to me again. I'd rather be a tattletale for the rest of my life if it meant him staying alive.
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