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I continued to stare at the pictures laid out in front of me. My mind was racing as I skimmed through the stack. The Pictures varied, some were of Alexandra dancing in clubs, while in others she had a huge smile plastered on her face as she hugged her friends.

She looked so...different, she looked happy. I smiled unintentionally at a specific one. My little sister was making a silly face to the camera while her friend was hugging her from behind. She was a true beauty and I don't think I ever once told her that.

The atmosphere of the room changed as everyone needed time to process the huge bomb that Axel had dropped. Damon was the one that broke the silence.

"So what are you waiting for? We need to go get her! He exclaimed as he jumped up from his seat.

His eyes were desperately searching for answers. Mason slowly approached him as fresh tears spilled from my twin's eyes. His anger mixed with sadness was enough to tear his walls down that he had built so much time building. It was hard for him to let out all of his built-up emotions, but he instantly relaxed in the embrace of our oldest brother. In addition to the rest of us he needed reassurance, he needed to hold her and make sure that she was ok and to make sure that this not just a sick dream.

I felt selfish to bring Alexa back for my egoistic reasons, but it was like something inside of me screamed for my angel. I needed to make things right and be there for her as I should have.

Axel made me look him in the eyes. His blue eyes carried so much emotion as he spoke. "I understand that you want her back right now. So do we, but if you ever want her back you need to think rationally."

He reached for his phone on the table and tapped in a phone number. He hesitantly handed me the burner and I let it rest in my palm.

"Here is Alexas number if you want to make sure she's safe."

I hesitated before pushing the call button. I put it on speaker and soon the sound of ringing filled the living room. Everyone was quiet as we waited in anticipation.

"Hello?" A small voice spoke through the speaker. I could see Damon clenching his jaw desperately to stop himself from talking back. She spoke again a little louder "If this is some sort of joke it's not funny"

Back in the days, I would have laughed at her stern tone, but right now it brought back everything I have tried to forget. When she was little she always tried to act mad when we laughed at her, but it only caused us to break out in laughter. Even my cold brother smiled at her silliness. Axel held on to my arm protectively as Damon desperately tried to break free from Mason's embrace.

The call ended and the room turned quiet. My brothers took a step back to let everything sink in. That was our coping mechanism, to shut out everything and everyone. Bury ourselves in alcohol and work, but in the end, we needed each other. No one was to mention our little sister and the ones that did were to face the consequences.

"So what's next?" I blurt out. Axel tugs at his shirt in deep thought. "We are all going to New York to get her back, right?" Damon takes a step forward. His fists are clenched as looks at each one of us.

"I don't know about you, but I am not losing my little sister again" his lips trembling "I can't lose her again. I just can't"

Both Mason and Axel are carefully considering what my twin said, but we all feel the same. None of us can bear the thought of losing her all over again.

And I like to think that she needs us as well. That she misses our movie nights and late-night snacks as much as I do. Because I would give everything to do that one more time.

I promise that I will never ditch her or not give her a goodnight hug ever again. God, please bring her back to me.

I groan as the sunshine hits my sensitive eyes. My entire body is sore from falling asleep in an awkward position. My laptop still in front of me. I count to ten before quickly getting out of my warm bed to change out of yesterday's outfit.

I undress before hitting the shower. I still had some clothes and other stuff here from before I moved, but I prefer wearing Xander's comfortable clothes, they make me feel safe and cozy.

I quickly rinse my hair with some shampoo before gently attending to my wounds. Most of my stings were removed, but some were still healing.

I trace the white scar on my leg and it surprisingly doesn't look too bad. It makes me feel kinda badass actually. Maybe I should get a tattoo? I let go of my silly ideas as finish cleaning my wounds and hop out of the shower to my pick out an outfit.

I ended up wearing one of Xander's sweatshirts paired with my black shorts (picture above). The clock above my bed says 8:30 so the boys are probably sleeping off their hangover right now.

The apartment was silent as I headed over to the kitchen to cook some breakfast for my boys. On my way to the fridge, I turned on the radio, finding my favorite channel, and then turned my attention to the fridge.

I don't why but I felt obligated to at least make them some good homemade food and keep the place somewhat clean and tidy, after all, they have done for me. After looking through all of my ingredients, I decided to prepare a solid hangover cure that should get them up and go after last night. The dish consisted of my famous pancakes with bacon and a mango and banana fruit salad. I vividly remember making it for Mason when he came home from work late, but usually, after a few hours of waiting I always ended up eating them alone in my room.

The mouth-watering scent of bacon soon filled the apartment as I plated the food. I poured some orange juice in my 'rolling stones' mug and slid across the floor to turn up the music on the radio.

"Alex it smells so fucking good in here" Leo shout as he dumps himself on the couch. I let out a laugh as I carry the plates with food over to the living room. Leo instantly makes room for me on the couch as he smiles widely at the food in front of him.

It doesn't take long before a very hungover Xander joins us. I cuddle up against my brothers while we eat our delicious meal.

This is family