VENGEANCE- Part 1- The Kidnap

All this started on a Sunday evening, at 7 pm. It happened so quickly, that, now I come to think of it, it is more like a dream. But I know it's not, for I can still taste blood in my mouth. I still feel goosebumps down my back at the thought. I was just about to start eating my supper that night when I heard footsteps coming in my direction. About ten policemen came into the kitchen. One of them came up to me holding handcuffs."You're arrested, Mr Brown."I knew there was some mistake, but I went with them quietly. I heard my wife scream my name ( that time I thought it was a real scream), and my baby started crying. 

I stayed for about two hours in jail, when a police officer came in, "You have been wrongly accused," he said.

When I got home, there was a sign on the door saying "Your wife and child have been kidnapped, 5000 U.S dollars to get them back."I ignored it. I went in. It was like the house has suddenly gone haunted. The windows were screeching loudly, the stove was on, and I heard strange sounds from upstairs. Then, I wondered if the sign had something in it. After all, it makes sense. My hands went numb, My feet wouldn't walk. After a moment, I felt the wetness on my cheeks. I fell to the ground and cried out loud. I fell asleep on the floor. When I got up the next day, I thought I was being stupid, and that crying won't help. That day, the police department gave me a police dog for my protection. I wondered if I can track my wife by the dog. I made the dog smell a pair of my wife's clothes. The dog must have found the smell interesting, for it went in search of more. But, to no avail. I racked my brain for more ideas. I got another idea! I quickly printed pictures of my family. I circled Rose's face with a red pen and wrote "MISSING" on top. I wrote my address at the bottom. I printed more. I stuck it all around my neighbourhood. Now, I just have to wait for someone to see them. A week passed by normally. I started to wonder if my idea was not as great as I hoped. But at the end of the second week, at last, I got the news. A man, a bit younger than me, came."I've seen that woman in the picture," he said, "she was in a street not far from here."He took me took the street. I took the money with me just in case. The man left me to enter the street. I came to one house which had about ten steps leading down before coming to the door. When I was halfway through I was knocked down.

When I woke up, I found myself being dragged by two boulder-like men into a warm living room with a merry little fire. A man was sitting in front of me on a luxurious sofa."Hi, I'm Harsley Hedwidon," he said. My money bag was on the coffee table. It was then and there that I got the biggest shock of my life. Rose came in carrying Daphne (our child) in her arms. It was perhaps the first time I saw her dress like how she did that day. She wore a shiny black gown with red lipstick. As far as I can remember Rose never wore makeup ( because I restricted it). Rose sat beside Harsey, eyeing me with a look of disgust."If you shocked I'll explain," said Harsley," Rose and I have been together for over a year now. Just last week Rose said that she couldn't keep with you anymore, so we planned to show it as a kidnap."Just then, a waitress came in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Rose and Harsley cheered and drank before he continued again, "You must be wondering why we asked for the money. It's because we need it of course! Don't worry about your kid, I'm a good stepfather too," he added.

Harsley took the money bag, Rose,and Daphne, and walked out. The guards'(or whatever they call them) grip loosened, and I could easily slip out. I ran after them. I made them run all the way onto a bridge. I cornered them on the bridge. Something bizarre happened then. Harsley took Roes's hand and jumped from the bridge. I knew that icy cold water was below the bridge, and did not bother to check.

With the peaceful thought that they were dead, I went home and made myself a cup of coffee. And what's more! I will be shifting my house tomorrow. I don't want to live with the bad memories of my wife and child.

                                                The End