The get-together that evening was a noisy affair that Becca really enjoyed. For the first time in a long time, she was really having fun. It was almost as though she already knew the people who were there because everyone was really friendly and all of a sudden, she was fiercely glad that she had come to this place. This place would be good for her. She could feel it in her bones. All the loneliness and uncertainty that she had been feeling seemed to drift away that evening.“Having a good time?” Dan, her neighbor, and the host of the get-together asked her, coming over to where she was talking with one of his friends.“Oh, yes. I am. Thanks for inviting me.” Becca replied. The friend walked away, leaving the both of them together.“Do you mind if we step out for some fresh air?” Dan asked, and at her nod, took her elbow and led her onto his balcony.“So, how are you finding Ohio?” Dan asked her, watching her intently.“Oh, it’s a cool place. I like this neighborhood.”“Hmm. That's go
“You’re looking good, Meghan.” Ryan complimented, smiling at his sister as he sat down opposite her and her husband, Craig who was one of his closest friends, in the dining room of their house. They had invited him for dinner, as they had been doing for the past four months since he and Becca divorced, but as usual, he kept giving them excuses.Of recent, his sister had started to give him the cold shoulder, and he knew that it was because she knew he was avoiding her and her husband. He hated having Meghan mad at him, so he had had no choice but to honor her invitation this evening. Angela slid into the seat beside him, tossing her hair and placing her purse on the table.“Thanks, Ryan. I can’t say the same about you, though. Hello, Angela.” Meghan replied, her expression tight. He guessed that she was not happy that he had brought Angela along. He himself was not thrilled that Angela had insisted on tagging along, but in the end, he had decided that it was probably better for him. H
“Be careful, big sis. You don’t want to hurt yourself or the baby.” Toby, Becca’s younger brother chastised, hurrying over to collect the traveling box that she was holding from her hands. Becca resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him, but she understood his concern very well and allowed him to take the traveling box from her, so long as doing so eased his mind. For the past two months, she had been living with her brother, after going to visit him when she fell sick. He lived in the same city in which her grandparent’s nursing home was, so she just spent some time with them all, and was now going back to her house. “It’s almost as though I should not leave, Toby. I’ll miss you so much.” Becca said, grabbing him in a bear hug, which he enthusiastically returned. Becca hid a smile. She remembered when he was just entering his teens. He would have recoiled from such a public display of affection in public. “You can stay with me all you want, big sis. If not for school, I would have g
For the next few days, Becca remained closeted in her house, but whereas before, she had enjoyed being indoors, now, she was sick of staying inside the house. She had to get a job fast, or she was going to go crazy. Remembering that Sandra next door, had promised to link her up with a job in the school where she worked, Becca contemplated whether to go over to the woman’s house to get details of the job or not. She did not want to have to meet Dan again, because from what she could see about Sandra, she was going to make a very good friend, and Becca did not want anything to come in the way of that, as she needed new friends here.Deciding that to hell with it, she got up and made her way slowly over to her neighbor’s house, hoping to high heavens that Dan would not be around. She was in no mood to tell a grown man who should be responsible, how to behave. She soon got to their door and knocked on it, gently at first, and then when there was no answer, she knocked louder. It was only
Becca froze on the phone, as words escaped her, and even though she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out of it. What was Ryan calling her brother for? Why on earth was this man bent on making her life miserable? Now, that she was finally getting over him and what he had done to her, glad that he had forgotten about her existence, he was springing up from whatever hole he had come out from, to come and torment her once more. She became aware that Toby was still talking, so she got herself together and listened to him.“…I give it to him?”“Sorry. What did you say? I zoned out a bit there.” Becca told him, so he repeated himself.“I was saying that he asked me if I have seen you and that he was looking for you, but did not know where you were. He also said that he went to your house, but you had sold it off to someone else.”“And what did you tell him?”“Um, I told him that I had seen you and you just left my place, so he asked me to send him your number an…”“Toby!” Becca exclai
It had been raining earlier, but now, the rain had stopped, and so the Hunters dressed up, as they had been about to do before it started raining, in preparation to go to Ryan’s house for dinner. Craig had already finished wearing his clothes and was all set, but as usual, had to wait for his wife to take her precious time doing her thing. He stood patiently by the door, watching her wipe the eyeliner from her eyes for the third time, and shook his head. “You already know we’re late because of the rain. The earlier we go, the earlier we can come back home. You look beautiful to me. Come on, Meghan, let’s go.” Craig urged his wife, trying not to sound impatient. It only took a little for Meghan to burst into tears nowadays. “Don’t worry. I’ll get it right this time around, and then we’ll be on our way, okay? Please grab my bag and put my phone and purse in it. Thank you.” She told him, and he went to do as she asked. Left to him, there was no point in still going for this dinner that
Craig froze, wondering what sort of mess he had gotten himself into, and glanced back at his car, hoping that Meghan would remain inside the car. He was gratified to see that she was still seated in it. From this distance, he could not see her expression, neither did he know if she knew what was going on, but that was good. He would deal with this annoying situation and they would go home, and he would not be caught dead on this road again, especially at this time of the night. Surreptitiously, he glanced around to see if there were any passersby, but the street was totally empty of human presence, making it look like it was only him, Meghan, and their assailants who were in the world. The boy who had first pointed a gun at him saw him glancing around, and said in a harsh tone.“Do you think we’re fucking around? Empty your fucking pockets right now, if you don’t want me to blow your fucking brains off!”“Alright, alright. Calm down.” Craig tried to placate him, raising his hands in s
A loud and persistent knock permeated Becca’s sleep, three days after her confrontation with Dan. She ignored it at first, in the hopes that if she did so long enough, whoever was at the door would go away. No such thing happened though, as the person persisted in knocking until she finally had to stand up grudgingly and pad to the door to open it. She did not know anyone here and had no idea who it might be, but when she got there, she saw that it was Dan’s wife who was standing there with a sheepish smile on her face.“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you were sleeping. I brought some wine, so consider that a peace offering.” Sandra apologized when she noticed that she had woken Becca up from her sleep.“It’s okay, actually. I’m being too lazy nowadays. Who the hell sleeps overnight, wakes up, and continues sleeping for most of the afternoon, and even into the evening? Jobless people, that’s who. I’m glad to have some company. Come on in.” Becca replied, moving aside so that San
It felt as though large bags of cement were holding down Ryan’s eyelids, and try as he might, he could not force them open. He could hear his daughters’ voices as they talked over themselves about something that he did not have the energy to follow. Then he heard Becca’s low voice asking them to keep it down so as not to wake daddy.“But daddy won’t wake up. He never does. I want him to wake up.” Taylor said, banging on the table and chanting ‘wake up, daddy’ several times. Within seconds, Emma took up the chanting too, while Becca tried in vain to get them to quieten.“Your dad is unconscious, but we have to hope that he will wake up soon. If you don’t behave yourselves, I won’t let you come visit him again. The doctors think that he might be able to hear you. He wouldn’t like it if you both were being stubborn and disturbing him, would he?” Becca asked.“No. I just miss him so much. I’m glad that those bad men are gone.” Emma’s voice said, and then Ryan felt a small hand patting his
Becca watched in horror as Sam and Ryan collapsed to the ground, almost as though in slow motion. They fell gracefully, as though they were doing a dance, and then both remained unmoving. By the time all this happened, Ben had gotten to the car and opened the door to the backseat in which the children were, the remaining cash from the ten thousand that Ryan brought firmly clutched in his hand. He opened the car door, produced a knife from seemingly nowhere, and although it took great effort because of his busted shoulder, he managed to cut off the ropes binding them and told them to make a run for it. Then as the shots rang out, he somehow managed to get himself into the driver's seat and drove recklessly away from the scene. The children ran towards Becca, crying and shivering, and after hugging them all briefly, she ordered them not to move from where they were. Ryan’s head of security was combing the bushes, trying to find a sign of any other person there, after he called for help
“He’s clean.” The man who was watching Ryan and who had searched him said at last after he was satisfied that there was nothing incriminating on him.“Where’s the other car?”“Travis is bringing it.”“Good. He'll leave with this one.” The man said. Ryan’s heart sank further. There was yet another of them, making them four, and those were the ones he knew about. Ryan wondered which of them was Sandra’s ex-husband.“I’ve fulfilled my own end of the bargain. Release my children.” Ryan said.“The man in the car will take them back to town, where they’ll easily be found.” The man who had been giving commands told him, staring at him in a way that made him extremely uncomfortable. Ryan had already dubbed him ‘commander’ in his mind.They stood there waiting for the person called Travis to bring the car that they were waiting for. Ryan was on edge the whole time, wondering if at any moment now, all hell was going to break loose. If only the children were already out of there. The Travis guy
The night air was cold, and the streets deserted, which was not a surprise, considering how late, or early it was. Ryan hurried through the streets, his head down, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible as he hurried through the night with the bag in his hands, even though there was nobody around. He had been warned not to take his phone along with him, so he left it in his room, along with a note for Becca in her room, explaining what he had done. Even though everything in him pushed him to look back to see if he would notice his head of security following him, he resisted the urge to look back.The kidnappers might be watching him and the last thing he needed was to look suspicious. He trusted his people's ability to do the job. The other man had once been a private investigator before coming into Ryan’s employ, so Ryan was confident in their abilities to blend in with the shadows. Finally, he got to the place where he had been told to come and saw the car that had been provide
Sleep was a long time coming for Ryan, as it had been since he got the news of his children’s kidnap got to him. Tonight, he was sleeping in his room as against the previous night, when he had spent the night comforting Becca. She was sleeping in the guest room again, with Sandra this time around. Ryan was trying his best to be strong for her, but he was getting to the end of his endurance. The thought of his sick daughter and her sister holed up somewhere with some bloody kidnappers was enough to make him go insane.He got up from his bed, pacing to and fro the wide length of his room, his mind in turmoil. The money was in the process of being sent, but since it was such a large sum, it would be days before the kidnappers would get it in the account details they sent. Were the children supposed to remain with the kidnappers till then? The thought of that sickened and scared him to no end. He was operating on autopilot, having not had more up to five hours of sleep in two days, but ea
“Ben has to go.” Sam thought to himself, as he sat with the children, watching them. It wasn’t as though they had anywhere to go, or that they could escape, considering that one of them was sick. If they even managed to escape, the chances were that they would die of starvation in the dense forest, that was if some animal did not get to them first, as he had told them. None of it mattered to him anyway, because they were going to die one way or the other. What mattered was that the millions that he was expecting became his before they died. He had thought and thought of the best way to dispose of them, and he had finally come up with a smart plan to dump them in a river some distance away from here. it would be ages before they would be found, if they were ever found, that is.One thing was sure, however, and that was the fact that he was not going to let them get back to their parents and let them know that he was the one who had kidnapped them. For all his tough talk while they were
Becca awoke with a start, immediately realizing that she was not in her own bed. The events of the previous day came rushing back to her in a jiffy. Ryan was not in the room any longer and her phone was ringing. That was the sound that had woken her up. She dived for it, hoping that it was the kidnappers who were calling. They were to send the account details in which they wanted the ransom to be paid today, and also let Becca and Ryan talk to the kids today. Becca had sent the names of the drugs that Emma was supposed to be using, to the kidnappers, but she didn’t know if they received them. It wasn’t the kidnappers who were calling though, but Trevor. “Becca? Where are you? I was at your house last night, and I’m here now. I’m just coming from your school and was told you hadn’t come in today.”“I’m at Ryan’s place.” There was a short silence, which was filled with disapproval from Trevor’s end.“What are you doing there?”“Emma, Alex, and Taylor were kidnapped yesterday.” Becca in
Sleep was a long time coming for Becca and when it finally came, it was filled with nightmares. Never in her life had she been so frightened. Her daughter and other kids whom she saw as hers were out there somewhere in the hands of a maniac and she was here lying in a very large and comfortable in one of the guest rooms in Ryan’s house. Maybe she had been wrong in asking Ryan not to involve the police. Maybe by now, the police would have found them, or at least, would be close to doing so. She sure as hell did not trust Sam to take care of three children for as long as it took them to send him the money.She tossed and turned on the bed, her mind drawing up different scenarios, none of them good. Finally, she fell into an unrestful sleep and dreamt that for some reason, Sam had gotten pissed, and had sent Emma’s two feet, and all ten of Taylor’s fingers in the mail, with a note that said Alex’s head would follow suit. In the dream, as soon as she opened the bag containing the gruesome
“Damn! I can’t believe how far we’ve come. We’re going to be bloody millionaires before long.” Ben told Sam enthusiastically, as he wolfed down a large bowl of pasta that he had prepared himself. “Yeah, me too. I hope the account into which we’re sending the money is legit.” Sam said in turn. He was also eating a plate of pasta, but he was eating his food more slowly than Ben was.“You’ve asked me this several times, and I’ve told you several times that you have nothing to fear. I’ve done stuff like this numerous times before, just not with such a large amount, and I have the right connections. Or don’t you trust me? The only thing is that we’re going to give a commission to the person helping us, but we will still have a lot of cash when we’re done. That’s for sure.”“Okay. I trust you. Are you sure they’re not dead yet or going to die? Why aren’t they awake? It’s been hours. I’m starting to get worried. That Ryan guy seems like he might pose a problem. He would not give us the money