Sara wanted nothing more than to go home. She wanted Alex and Scott to hold her and tell her everything will be okay. She breathed heavily as Shebat her fingernails, cringing at the dirt that somehow got stuck under her nails two days after being kidnapped. She shook her head as stopped biting her fingers. Alex will get mad at her if he found out she was doing that.

"You're lucky Dad isn't here to see you bite your nails. He would get mad at you," Matt told his older sister, his smirk growing. Sara rolled her eyes playfully, smiling while doing so. "We're going to go home, Sara. We need to. For McKenna."

Sara nodded as she looked at her little cousin. McKenna looks so peaceful when she is asleep and Sara wanted nothing more than for McKenna to be okay. She wanted her cousin to never feel like she was in danger or that her life is on the line. Sara hugged McKenna, hoping that the younger girl's innocence will never be taken away.

"For McKenna," Sara agreed, smiling at her youngest cousin. "Why would Lilliana do this?"

"Who knows why?" Matt asked angrily, shaking his head. "If I could, I will-"

"No need to be like Auntie Kirstie and Dad, Mattie," Sara joked, shaking her head. Matt laughed, shaking his head. "Like Dad and Auntie, like child and nephew."

"Oops," Matt replied, shrugging his shoulders. McKenna woke at that moment and Matt smiled at her sweetly. "Hi, McKenna. How did you sleep?"

"Good, I guess," McKenna replied, her voice raspy. Sara gasped quietly, realizing that McKenna could be sick. "My tummy hurts. I want my daddies."

Sara felt McKenna's forehead and gasped. She looked at Matt, her yes widening. The worst has happened. There was no way they could avoid it.

"McKenna has a fever."

~~~

Mitch looked at the pictures of McKenna, smiling softly. Travis drove him home so they could gather some stuff in order to find McKenna. Charlotte is indeed going to help them so they all agreed to let her help. Scott decided to come too, even if he got sick. He didn't mind at all. The only thing he cared about was finding his children.

"Mitch?" Travis called out, walking upstairs. Mitch nodded, directing his attention on his husband. "McKenna has a medical condition."

"I kno-kno-ow th-th-at," Mitch responded, setting down the album. Travis seemed scared. "She ca-ca-an't have a fe-fe-ver more than 100.9."

"Yeah, and if she gets sick when she is missing..." Travis trailed off, noticing how Mitch shook his head. "We need to find her. Her condition can-"

"Trav, I don't e-e-ven want to thi-thi-ink about tha-tha-at," Mitch interrupting him. He looked McKenna at the photos, trying his best not to panic. "We'll fi-fi-ind her."

"What if we don't?"

Mitch looked back at Travis, his eyes clouding up with sadness. He took a deep breath as a tear ran down his cheek. He bit his lip as he fought off the other wave tears that were bound to come anyway. Mitch closed his eyes, allowing the tears to escape.

"Then I lo-lo-ose a-a-nother per-per-son th-th-at I love. I can't lo-lo-ose her, Trav."

Travis walked up to Mitch, hugging his husband tightly. They stayed there for a while, refusing to let go of each other.

"What do you think we should do?" Travis asked, looking at Mitch. Mitch thought something up right away. "What is it?"

Mitch let go of Travis' embrace, getting a blanket that was laid out on his bed. He smiled at Travis as he handed him a jacket.

"We go ri-ri-ight now."

~~~

McKenna coughed as Sara rubbed her back. Matt looked at his little cousin worriedly, hoping that she will get better in no time. Matthew came in, smirking at the glares thrown his way.

"Is she sick? He asked, pointing to McKenna. When nobody answered, he threw a nearby table, causing everyone to jump. "ANSWER ME!"

"Yes," Sara answered, gritting her teeth. Matthew walked up to her and took McKenna out of her embrace, causing the younger girl to scream. "Give her back!"

"Why should I? I just want to see if she is okay," Matthew replied, frowning. He hen smirked, taking her out of the room. "You'll thank me later."

"Sara, Matt! Save me! Ple-"

The door was slammed shut. Sara began to cry heavily, covering her face with her hands. Matt rubbed her back gently as he cried himself. They wanted McKenna to be okay.

Even if that meant they had to die for her.

~~~

"Why do you want us to leave early?" Ariana asked, getting into the car. "I mean, it's good that we're leaving early, but why now? I thought that we were going to call the police to help us?"

"We're not doing that," Travis answered, hoping behind the wheel. Mitch sat him, grasping into his hand carefully. "Scott, are you okay there?"

"Yep," Scott responded, adjusting his beanie. Alex kissed him gently as he rubbed his back. "I'm just tired."

"Sleep then," Alex commanded lovingly, letting Scott rest his head on his shoulder. "I don't want you to be tired on the way there."

"How many chemotherapy sessions does he have left?" Kirstin asked, watching as Scott adjusted himself. "Does he have a lot?"

"A couple more. We'll find out in February if everything is clear," Alex replied, smiling when Scott began to snore quietly. "He rarely sleeps because he always sleeps in the hospital."

Charlotte smiled a bit at the family, wondering why she agreed to hurting them. They always stuck together. She didn't know why she would ever want to separate them. Carson was a terrible man who made her think that doing terrible things were good. She smiled at Kirstin, becoming content when the younger female smiled back.

Maybe everything is okay. It's okay if they don't like me. I hurt them.

Mitch then looked at everyone in the car, his smile growing. He nodded at Travis, signaling him to drive. He looked back at everyone else, a determined look on her face.

"Le-le-et's go ge-ge-et our kids."

And Travis drove off, all of them leaving with hopeful hearts.

A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating.:( Finals are coming up, lol. School is stressful and I'm a senior, lol. This story will end next week. It will end happily though! Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and remember that I love you all very much.:)

-Maddie🐧🐧🐧