I awake to a splitting headache, my head against the floor, and I'm in a bedroom. I begin to stand up, feeling a heavy weight be lifted off my chest and look around. I realize that I'm just in a regular bedroom. There's a large bed, a dresser, bedside tables and candles. 

There's light from a window, but when I look at it, the window is boarded to the wall, only letting in about a couple inches of the outside seen. I know that this was done intentionally, because there's nails everywhere, blocking people from looking in, but probably more accurately, me getting out.

I then remember the look of this house. This is the abandoned house Spot and I stayed in that one night when I hurt my hand. Those were the days.

I walk up to the door, carefully opening it, only to be met directly with Luis. I stumble back and fall against the bed as he walks into the room.

"Luis. Please. You don't have to be a criminal, please, just let me go. I won't tell Spot, nor Leo, please," I say, even though I know he's too far gone. But his response is only a chuckle.

"Do you think I care anymore? They nevah would've come back tah me anyway. But now I have you. And you're gonna pay fah gettin' my way," Luis says, using his height to tower over me.

"But I already did. I nearly died. I was in the hospital for nearly a month. Please, just let me go," I cry out. 

"But your brudda didn't pay. Now, I'se got a plan. You'se now mine. Forevah. And your stupid brudda's gonna know dat. He's gonna know everythin' that happens," Luis says with an evil smirk, letting me know that there's no humanity left in him.

"So what are you going to do?" I ask, trying my best just to get a grasp on the situation. He shrugs and looks around the room.

"Do you remembah ya foist time?" Luis asks, my eyes go wide in shock. "Yeah, dat. You'se basically gonna be like a wife. You stay home, clean the house, cook me dinnah, we have some fun, then repeat, while I go to woik. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"You- you're a fucking monster," I stutter out. He only smirks and leans down.

"I know," he says ever so calmly. He then starts to walk out of the room. "I expect ya to meet me downstairs within 'bout ten minutes, before I go tah woik." Before he leaves the room, he looks back at me. "Oh, and before ya think of escapin', all the windahs are boarded, no one lives next door or within screamin' distance, and I have da only key to the outside woild. Love ya."

I'm stuck. Frozen. I can't move. All I can do is stare out the window. I don't know how long I've been lying on the floor for, but eventually, I stand up. I begin to walk down the stairs and see Luis sitting at a small dining table. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Welcome, darling. Please, take a seat," he says, gesturing his hand for me to sit in front of him. I do so, knowing that I have no other choice. "Let me lay down the ground rules.
One, every wednesday and sunday, we send a letter to your brother. I'll write mine, you'll write yours. I don't care if you tell him what I told you. In fact, it would scare him more, which would be ideal. But the only thing you cannot do is give him any hints to your location. No telling him about the boarded windows, no neighbors, and things like that. 
Two, I expect dinner every morning and when I come home from work. If that does not happen, you will be severely punished.
And three. This one's less of a rule and more of a warning. The lock for the front door is hidden in a safe with a combination, so if you ever got the idea to kill me, you must know that you will starve here. Alone. Got it?" He asks. I nod.

"How long have I been out?" I ask. He smirks knowingly.

"Just a couple of hours. But it's wednesday, so that means we write a letter. So here," he begins to say and pulls out two pens and two sheets of paper, which he slides one of each to me. "Take your time."

I think for a minute. I know that I have to give some indication to Jackie as to where I am. I'll die here, with him, if I don't. I suddenly get an idea. It might fail, he might not recognize it as a secret message, Luis might recognize it as a secret message. But I have to try.

"dear jackie,

i know that you're probably scared, i am too. What have the boys been up to? I know i've been kidnapped by luis. he's threatened to hurt me if i don't do as he says. i'm Not one to concider Death, but Of course i've been a bit scared here.
When/if i get out, i Swear i'll give you the Biggest hug On earth. Although i must admit, i went out to go see spot, not friends. Renner told me that spot was sorry, and i missed him, too, so i left. i wish i could have capitalized every moment with you, it's Dreadful to not see you. Every moment without you and spot is like Dying. 
i love you, bro. please tell spot that i miss him, and that i forgive him. and tell the boys i love them, too. i love you, jackie.

-ash"

I write, gaining a lump in my throat as Luis reads over my horrible handwriting. I pray to any god there is, that he won't see it.

"Pretty lame lettah. But I'll give it to 'im anyway. I'll go drop this off in a mail bin, then I'll go to work. I expect you to have dinner made by five," Luis says and folds it up, walking out the door.

I sigh in relief, like a weight has been lifted off my chest. I just pray to god that someone other than Luis can decipher my letter.

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One day later
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Jack's POV

Ash has been missing for two days. She never told anyone where she is. I even resorted to going to Brooklyn and asking anyone if they've seen her, which only got people more worried about her. No one has seen her.

I head back to the lodging house from asking around, even going to Kathrine's to ask if she's seen her. When I walk back Mr Kloppman is standing at the door for me.

"Hey, sir. Have you seen 'er come by?" I ask him, but he shakes his head.

"You've got mail, though. Two. So I suggest you check it out," Mr Kloppman says, handing me two letters in envelopes. I take them and head to my bunk.

As I take a seat, the other boys come piling in and see me with two letters. One of them only has one word. Luis. I quickly open it, as the other boys silently sit behind me and start reading along side me, just about as worried as I am.

"What does it say, Cowboy?" Race, one of the people who can't see, asks. I decide to just read it out loud.

"'To 'Jack', I have ya sista. She's safe wit' me. I won't ask nothin' of you, not even if me bruddas. I jus' want you to be updated on what I'm gonna do wit' 'er. Let's just say the refuge won't be da last time we'se shared a bed. I'll go into more details on sunday, when I get you anudda letta, then I'll remember what it was like again, and again, and again. Maybe every night. Actually, it'll prolly get there monday.
And ain't she jus' sweet? She has da nicest poisonality, not tah mention a sexy bod. I undastand why me brudda loved 'er. She now lives wit' me. She's basically me wife, make me food, pleasure me, and keep me company. Anyways, love ya, until next time. From Luis.'"

After I finish reading, I feel myself begin to gag. That's my baby sister living with a psychopath, who rapes her ever night! He's doing this because of me!

"Oh my god, he's doin' this tah just a little kid. She was so screwed up mentally afta last time. I wonder what this'll do to her now," Blink says. I nod, looking at the other letter. I quickly open it, instantly recognizing her handwriting, though something's off. I begin to read it out loud for them, while others are reading along side me.

"'I love you, bro. Please tell Spot dat I miss him, and dat I forgive him. And tell the boys I love them, too. I love you, Jackie. Ash,'" I finish reading, feeling myself starting to cry.

"Why are only some of 'er words capitalized, and why is almost none of 'em 'I's?" I hear Skittery ask behind me.

"Shuddup! Now's not the time tah pick on 'er grammar!" Racetrack yells, like he always does. But I hold up my hand, rereading the letter.

"No, Skittery's right. She's gone tah school fah most of 'er life, capitalized poifectly, and now she's doin' it wrong? Somethin's up. And look heah, she says, 'I wish I could have capitalized every moment wit' ya', she's doin' this on purpose. Mush, go grab a pen and pape!" I yell, and Mush immediately runs into the other room.

Once he comes back, we write down every capitalized letter, which is harder than you'd think. Once we're done, it spells out two words.

"Windows Boarded"

"Guys! She's givin' us hints to 'er location!" I yell, which shocks everyone.

"Yeah, but what ah we gonna do wit' just 'Boarded Windahs'?" Race asks. I shake my head.

"The only thing we can do is tell Spot. And I hate more than anythin' tah say this... But... We have to wait," I say, earning a few shocked looks.

"Wait?!" Mush asks.

"You think that I want this to happen?! Do you think I want my baby sister to be hurt again?! No! But there's nothing we can do with boarded windows right now! We just have to wait until like Luis said, Sunday. We just have to pray that she'll write more of this coding." 

===================1 month later===================

There's been a total of six ciphers, "Windows boarded", "no neighbors", "two stories", "few people", "green building" and the final one which we got today, "Spot knows where". The lest one is confusing, so here I am right now. Running across the Brooklyn Bridge to talk to Spot.

I find him sitting on his crate throne, and he sees me. As soon as we make eye contact, he gets down from his throne and runs over.

"Is she okay?" Spot asks, I can hear the worry in his voice. I sigh and look him in the eyes.

"We don't know, but there's anudda clue. But I don't know what it means, the clue was, 'Spot knows where', so is there anywhere dat you and her know dat has boarded windows, no neighbors, is a green building, and is two stories tall?" I ask him. I watch him think for a minute, trying really hard to think of something.

"No. Not right now, at least. If I remembah, I'll be sure tah tell ya," he says. I just sigh and turn around. But before I finish walking away, I turn back around at him.

"Spot, do you actually love 'er?" I ask him. It's been literal months since they've seen each other last.

"More than anyone I'se evah met. When I foist met 'er, I accidentally scared 'er, gave her one ah those panic attacks, prolly reminded 'er of me brudda. I didn't know what she had gone through, sos I didn't expect 'er tah freak out. But before dat, I had nevah met anyone as amazin' as her. She wasn't afraid ah me, she might not have been comfortable, and she was scared ah everythin' but she wasn't scared ah me, you know?
Then when you all came tah talk me inta joinin' the strike, which I was hesitant about at foist. Then I saw 'er, and remembahed her. I apologized and she kissed me on da cheek, which made me happier den I had evah felt in yeahs.
That night, I was stalkin' 'round Manhattan, when I saw 'er smokin' outside. She looked so beautiful, standing there. I think that den was the moment dat I realized I was deeply in love. She somehow saw me, and I tried tah lie and not let 'er know I had been watchin' 'er. When she found it was me, she fell back and cut her hand. We was too far away from your lodgin' house tah bring 'er dere, so we took off to-" Spot stops talking, his eyes go wide.

"You took off to where?" I ask him. He quickly grips my arms, it's a bit rough and kinda hurts.

"I know where she is!" Spot yells. I can feel my heart jump to my throat. 'My baby sister! She'll be safe soon!'

"Where?" I ask, my voice so deep that it could scare anyone nearby. 

"An abandoned house in upper Manhattan, everythin' checks out," he says, thinking it over again and again. "I'se been dere before, tah hide out. Address is 2393 south Boulevard street."

"We gotta go now. I'll get the boys, you meet her dere. Hurry!" I yell to him. He nods and turns around, running faster than I've ever seen him run.

I start running too, but back to the lodging house. My worry, excitement, fear and anger is all jumbled up into one emotion that is pushing me to go faster and further than I've ever gone before. I'd risk my life for that kid, and now's no time to live.

I have to help her. She's gonna be in my arms again. I'll get to see her bright eyes light up every room she walks into. I'll see her smile make any sad newsie shining like the sun. I'll see my mother's eyes. The one thing I have left of her. But most importantly, I'll get to see her. Y/n. Not Ash, even though she is Ash now. 

I'll see that little girl again. 

I'll see my baby sister.

Ngl I'm legit crying while writing the ending for this chapter. That's not an exaggeration, that's real tears. My brother's name is Jack and I never see him since he's 15 years older than me, so just imagining a big brother figure saying that makes me feel so happy and sad at the same time because he's my only big brother out of my family of three sons and one daughter (me).