Becca averted her gaze immediately, thinking to herself, “And here it comes.”“Oh my God! That is so horrible! That poor man is going through a whole lot. I mean, wasn’t he in the news some months ago when it was said that his then-wife, now ex-wife, was cheating on him … and with her ex-boyfriend too, who also happened to be siphoning money from one of the man’s companies. The whole thing was like a scene from a bad movie. Now, this…” Sandra said, trailing off when she saw the tears that were still gathered in Becca’s eyes.“Aww. You’re so soft. You don’t even know him, yet you feel so sad for the poor man.” Sandra said again, turning her gaze back to the television. Becca was relieved to see that her picture was no longer on the screen. Instead, the newscasters had moved on from whatever they had been saying about her, and were now discussing where Craig could be and why he had not bothered to attend his own wife’s funeral. They finally decided that he must have been overwhelmed wit
There was silence for a few moments, as Becca tried to process what Sandra had just said. The latter was still seating on one of the chairs in Becca’s house, the terror on her face clearly visible in the light that reflected from the porch. She looked as though she was afraid that the man at her door would somehow discover that she was in Becca’s house now, and would come to break down the door to get Alex.“I don’t understand…” Becca began, trailing off, as she tried to reconcile the Dan that she knew with the maniac who was shouting next door but failing dismally. So this man was cheating on his wife, and also had the balls to act the way he was acting now? Something wasn’t adding up, though. Even with his philandering ways, Dan seemed to love his wife and child a lot. Maybe they had had an argument then, not that an argument was a justifiable excuse for what he was doing, and at past one in the morning.“I know it’s hard to believe, and even embarrassing,” Sandra said sheepishly, s
The atmosphere in Ryan Harris’s was a really tense one. The servants moved around quietly, trying their best to stay out of their master's way, for Ryan had never seemed as scary as he did to them as he had in the two weeks following his sister’s death. It wasn’t as though he maltreated them, or anything like that. No, that was far from the case, but the actual situation was even worse. Ever since the burial two weeks ago, Ryan refused to talk to anyone and got this disturbing, spaced-out look in his eyes. All he ever did was visit the hospital in which Sandra’s babies were still battling for their lives in the babies’ intensive care unit, and her husband was on life support.As soon as he got back from the hospital, he proceeded to lock himself in his study and drink himself into a stupor. For such a formerly lively man, it was a disturbing behavior indeed. Only Margie, the housekeeper, was allowed into the study, or more precisely, could allow herself into the study, because she had
The two women, Becca and Sandra, were awoken around seven the next morning by a series of sharp knocks on the door. Both were still groggy with sleep, considering the events of the previous night, and the fact that they had stayed up after that, watching a sitcom to lighten their moods, because they both couldn't sleep. Becca got up groggily and went to open the door, to see Dan standing there. For some reason, she felt shy and embarrassed, now that she knew that he was Sandra’s brother. He nodded coolly at her in greeting, his face tense.“Good morning, Becca. Please, is Sandra here?” Dan asked politely.“Good morning, Dan. Yes, she’s here. She’s still sleeping though.” Becca informed him, wincing at the surprised look on his face. He seemed surprised that she was talking to him normally, without the disdain and dislike that she usually showed before. “Okay, thanks. Is she okay? And Alex?” “They’re both fine.”Dan heaved a huge sigh of relief, the lines which were creasing his forehe
Becca stayed in the garden for a while with Alex, before Dan came out to look for her, a wry smile that did nothing to disguise how worried he was, on his face. Sandra was not with him and was probably still inside the house.“I’m so sorry that we sort of kicked you out of your own house,” Dan said apologetically.“Oh, don’t be silly. It’s totally fine. Thank God it’s a weekend, so I don’t have to go to work or anything.”“Yeah. Thank God for you, at least. There’s nothing like a weekend for me, but I don’t mind in the least bit.” Dan said. “That’s good, then. At least you enjoy your job.”“You don’t enjoy yours?”“No, no. Of course not. I enjoy it a lot. The kids are wonderful. I’m fast beginning to realize that I love kids a lot.” Becca told him.“I’ve always loved kids. They’re so pure and innocent.” Dan said, his face taking on a sad expression, despite the slight smile on it.“You’re right. Take this handsome young man here, for example, I could stare into his cherubic face fore
For the next few weeks, Ryan continued to visit the hospital where his niece, nephew, and brother-in-law were admitted, every day. The twins were much stronger now and were rapidly growing bigger as the days passed. They were now two months and some days old and had been taken out of the incubator two weeks ago. Today was the day when they were going to be discharged and would finally be taken home. Ryan’s nervousness knew no bounds, and although he was still very scared of the kids, and had in fact, never held them, except to hold their tiny hands briefly, he was glad they were coming home with him. Right now, it was a few minutes past six in the morning, but he had been awake for more than an hour because restlessness engulfed him.What if things went wrong? He did not know the first thing about raising a kid, and here he was, having to parent two kids at the same time. It didn’t matter that he had hired two nannies to take care of the children. He was going to be horrible at this.
Ryan could see the distaste and dislike in Margie’s eyes, as their visitor advanced further into the room, coming over to where Ryan was sitting to drop a kiss on his head. In truth, he could barely conceal his distaste either, as Angela sat down beside him and proceeded to stare rudely at Margie, who had finished eating now and was hurrying to clear off the plates that she and Ryan had used, and no doubt beat a hasty retreat. It was very clear that she did not like Angela very much, and as a matter of fact, neither did Ryan.“I don’t think you need to follow me to the hospital, Angela. Margie and I are going to bring the kids home. You’re welcome to wait here if you wish to meet them, though.” Ryan told her. Although she had come to the hospital about three times since the day they heard the news, she had never seen the twins.“Why is that? After all, I’m going to be a sort of surrogate mother to them, come to think of it. I think I should go with you to the hospital.” Angela said,
By the time they got home, Ryan was quite tired, and for the first time in a long time, actually looked forward to catching some sleep. Margie was seated in the passenger’s seat, beside the driver, while he was seated in the spacious back of the new car which he had bought, just for this purpose ... for carrying the twins around since it was very spacious. There were perks to having so much money. The babies were safely and comfortably strapped to their car seats, which Margie had had the foresight to buy. Ryan could not believe that he hadn’t thought of such an important thing. Already, he was beginning to feel like such a failure. If he didn’t know the basic things, how on earth was he going to know and remember the little things? “Don’t think too much about it, Mr. Harris. That is why we’re all here to help. You can’t know everything, and that’s okay.” Margie had encouraged him when she saw how disappointed he was at himself for not having thought of the car seat, and he smiled at
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