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Yes, I know... this is an extremely short chapter. Rob just doesn't have a lot to say during the first part of Missing You. Later chapters will be longer, I promise.

I couldn't believe it. Jess actually agreed to go to Afghanistan to help with the war. At first, I blamed Douglas… since he was the one that told her that she had to go, but that wasn't really fair. It wasn't Douglas's fault. Jess left because she was a good person who wanted to help. Or at least that's what I made myself think.

When she left, I was depressed. I seriously couldn't live without her. Douglas was a huge help; I would go over to the store where he worked and just talk to him almost daily.

I watched the news too. There was a lot of progress in the war than there had been for a very long time. Little did everyone know that the progress was caused by none other than my girlfriend, Jess Mastriani. She found terrorists, and hostages, and probably a few more people that the FBI didn't tell the news about. It was nice to know that she was actually doing something to make the world a better place.

It was torture knowing that the reason why I was so miserable was because she left me here in Indiana without so much as an explanation.

Then she came home. She looked the same; just as beautiful as she did the last time I saw her. But she was… different. I guess that seeing people blowing up didn't do much for her. She didn't find people anymore. The news said that her powers just abandoned her.

I figured that she would be thrilled. I mean, she was eighteen now, and the powers that she hated so much were gone. No more FBI and no more broken bones. She wasn't happy though. If anything, she was broken. Not physically, no… she was emotionally broken.

I didn't see her very much before she left Indiana again. She wouldn't talk to me, or anyone else really. The papers said that she was accepted to this music collage, Juilliard, in New York. I guess that's where she went.

Douglas told me that she was living with her best friend, Ruth, the one that hated my guts. He said that she was doing okay, she was living off of the salary that the FBI paid her, and the money from the TV show company that did that show about her. Yeah—there was a TV show about "Lightning Girl". I watched it of course, but it didn't really help with my obsession.

She came back home a few times, and finally started to talk to me again. She was still different though, just… not the tough girl that I used to know. She wasn't as strong as she was before she left. And then there was that one day, the day that she saw me at the garage. That was the day that she left me, and didn't come back.

Jess walked up towards the garage, and saw Nancy—one of my customers—kiss me. Nancy kissed every single one of the mechanics in my garage… but Jess didn't know that. She thought that I kissed Nancy, and then didn't speak to me again.

She went back to New York, and lived peacefully for two whole years. That was when I found out that I wasn't an only child. I had a little sister.

Her name was Hannah. My sister I mean. She was living with the stepmother I never knew I had. When she wrote to me, saying that her mom's boyfriends were trying to hit on her instead of her mom, I told her that she could come and stay with me. That was my first mistake.

At first, things went great with Hannah. It was like I had known her my whole life. We liked the same things, and got along really well. After a few days though, Hannah went missing.

The bed was still made, and it had looked as if she was never there. I panicked. There was no way that Jess would answer my calls, and even if she did I knew that she wouldn't listen. I went straight to Douglas.

When I told him about my sister missing he gave me the address to Jess's apartment in New York. I flew out there within the next few hours.

I noticed that when I got off of the plane, everyone was making plans for dinner. I also noticed that all of these plans took place at around nine o'clock at night. Jess should be making the same kind of plans right now, so it wouldn't be too terrible if I went to see her. She would probably be at her apartment with Ruth.

I could hear two male voices yelling, "Orion! Orion!" at some TV show. They were probably Ruth and Jess's boyfriends. Just thinking about the possibility of Jess dating was painful.

I knocked on the door. A very startled Jess opened it, probably expecting some delivery boy. She just stood there in shock for a few seconds, thinking about what to say to make her ex-boyfriend get the hell out of her apartment building. Too bad… because I was determined to get her help. I had to find my little sister before it was too late.

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