Parents POV : Issac
It's been 3 almost 4 days since the kids
were taken. I've been given time off work to recover from the shock and possibly look for them. We have the police helping but as a parent I still look. They're my kids. My only kids. Even though it was only 12:30AM I get dressed and drive around looking for any kind of sign! By the time I get on a highway I start to lose hope. But about 3 cars in front of me I hear some one shout "Hey!" And something small jumped out of the back of a dirty pick up truck. I slam on brakes so not to crash into the other cars that are doing the same thing. When the small being jumped, it rolled down hill screaming. It almost sounded human. Like a little kids. Now having hope regained I start running down the hill. I didn't know where to go but people had followed me. Cops started coming. I saw motion in the corner if my eye and over I saw my youngest on the ground. I ran over to her. "Millisa!" I took her in my arms. Paramedics had been called. "Please help her!" I begged stupidly. Of coarse they would, it's their job. They checked her heartbeat, breathing, and pulse. "Alright, sir we're going to take her to the hospital but we think she's going to be alright. She's unconscious right now but we'll take care of her. Would you like to ride in the ambulance or meet us at the hospital?" "I'll ride with you and my daughter, thank you" I said. Milissa. my youngest. Why did this happen to them? They're good kids! But does this mean I'm a bad dad? Oh I don't know. I just need Melissa to be alright and Rebecca to here. There is so much I want to happen with no way of knowing that it will. And so many questions come to me. But I have no answers.
