Turmoil

Jake

“Where's my father?” I yelled, my voice rising with panic.

The guards rushed over, their faces full of confusion.

“What's wrong?” they asked, concern evident in their voices.

I pointed to the empty cell, my eyes wide with fear.

“He was here, but now he's gone,” I said, my voice shaking. The guards looked at each other, their expressions full of disbelief.

“It's not possible,” one of them said, shaking his head.

“He's not here right now,” I said, my voice rising with frustration. “How could you be so careless?” I yelled, unable to contain my anger. The guards shivered, their eyes downcast. “No one's answering my question,” I said, my voice growing louder. “Who was the guard on duty?” I demanded, my frustration boiling over. They remained silent, refusing to meet my gaze. “I want an answer,” I said, my voice shaking with rage.

“He's not here,” they said, their voices trembling with fear.

“Find him,” I demanded, my voice low and threatening.

They nodded, and within seconds, th