Storm

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Tyler's POV

It's like I've been ripped apart and left for dead. My son. Our son. It's been twenty seven hours and we have received no phone calls, ransoms or any indications. It's been hell, hard to sleep, hard to eat, hard to think. Clara has been quiet, her stone cold demeanour has come back but ten times colder. All her walls rebuilt, but as soon as people are gone she breaks down in my arms and I have to be the strong one. I've cried more in the past couple hours than I have ever done in my life.

I just want him safe, out of danger. He is just so young, fuck sake!

"Baby" I turn around and see Clara looking at me with tears.

"It's okay...he is a strong boy! We won't stop to find him!" She nods and cuddles me. Small sniffles escaping her. We're all sat on the sofa, it's been like this for hours. Waiting. Just waiting. We did go to the school and seen if they have any cctv which was clear but you can't tell who took him. We're currently waiting for Lees contact, who should be here any minute. Well now.

The front door opens and closes to reveal a young girl, probably around eighteen or nineteen with Lee and Bailey. She's Latina from the looks of it, and beautiful. Clara shifts from my chest and looks up, she stands up immediately and hugs the girl tightly. Then hugs Bailey, holding on for dear life.

"Hey, I'm Tyler" I shake her hand and she smiles lightly.

"I'm Melanie" I nod and she walks off to where I was sitting, getting a laptop out and typing away. I look at her confused then at Clara and Bailey.

Bailey pulls me a side, "She works with me, also my best friend. She's useful, trust me" I look into her blue eyes and see the clarification I need and nod. We walk back and all sit anxiously waiting. The phone out in the open. Fran pacing up and down, Lee and Nat sat together and Clara laying on me. Bailey and Melanie start talking quietly to each other then I see Bailey start smiling. Melanie winks back.

After an hour, "I found the guy"

We all except for Clara and Bailey, look at her shocked.

"He's names Harrison Graves, twenty seven. He's from Virginia but has been dotting around then disappeared four years ago. He has no family, but I have his cell. Unfortunately it's a burner so I can't ping it."

"What did you say his name was again?" Fran asks curiously.

"Harrison Graves" Mel looks up and then back down, typing once again.

"The name seems familiar" Fran mutters then stands up, pacing up and down once again. I let out a sigh.

"I know why it seems familiar" Lee says loudly then stares at Fran with concern, "When we took Rachel outside she immediately went on her phone, remember Franny? Who was she on the phone with because I may be dreaming?!"

"A harry" Fran slips and her eyes widen!

My heart drops, every inch of me consumed with pure rage. I feel Clara flinch at the sound of Rachel's name. I move her aside and kiss her head, standing then leaving to the back garden. Breathing in and out trying to calm down isn't helping as I see the play set in front of me. My legs feel like they might fail. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder. Bailey.

"Let's fight." She smiles.

"Why?" I say weakly

"You need to release something. Then fight, or you have sex or you come with me to that gym of yours in here."

We both walk inside to the gym room and every bit of anger and disappointment is poured into a hard workout. Bailey works out on my pace, maybe even more so it was good to push myself and have someone to help me. With every punch on the bag, I felt less and less agitated.