Jacob

PROLOGUE

It was a particulary snowy christmas for the Millwaki family as they drove towards the beaming lights. A fair had come to the city for this christmas, filling the streets with laughter and the screams of people on the thrilling fair rides. The families car had pulled up on the curve just down the street from the glamorous attraction.

Hopping out of the car and making their way towards the beaming lights Mr. Millwaki feels a tug on his coat. He looks down to see his middle child, little 3 year old Jacob, snotty nosed and crying. He takes the boy in his arms rising him to sit carefully onto his hip, holding his son close to him.
"What's wrong little Jay?" worry lacing the words like a bow, the father's eyebrows knitted closely together. The boy burries his face into his father's shoulder choking and sniffling. Between his hiccups and sobs young Jacob stutters out an explanation
"I.. I left my bunny in the c..car"

With a slight huff of a chuckle Mr. Millwaki's face softens to a smirk. Hugging the boy closer to him whilst rubbing little, reassuring circle on his back he says,
"oh little man its alright, we'll go back for it how about that?"
The boy nods vigorously in response. the man lifts his head towards his wife.
"Honey, " she turns around expectantly with a hum "Jacob and I will meet you three in there, we're just going to go grab his bunny from the car"
Mrs. Millwaki turns her gaze from her husband to her son in his arms and gives a little smile
"alright. We'll wait at the gate for you, dont be to long"
kissing her husband's cheek she bids them fairwell, takes her childrens' hands and continues on her path to the fair.

Short moment later the frustrated grunts of the middle aged man can be heard as he bends down into the car, scavanging through every bag and under every seat. Coming up empty with no stuffed rabbit after seven minutes of searching. He huffs in frustration turning to the last bag there is in their car.
"Are you sure you took it with you and didn't leave it at home buddy?" He asks little Jacob who waits patiantly beside his fathers dangling legs, or at least so Mr.Millwaki thought he did.
After a few moments of  silence he tries once again for an answer,
"Jacob, Did you hear me? are you sure you didnt leave it at home?"

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No response.
A deep frown emerges onto the father's face from the frustration of being ignored yet again.
Grunting he pushes his way out of the car slamming the door shut.
"Jacob answer people when you're asked a question" he says making one final attempt to look inside the car window for the rabbit but when met with nothing he turns around to face his son.

He turns, then looks, then looks in another few directions confused.
"Jacob?" the young boy was not there. Panic begins to set deep into the Millwaki man's stomache. His heart quickening and tears brimming his eyes. He spins in all different kinds of directions, eyes pinging back and forth from different destinations and families passing by. Searching and searching but yet nothing. He begins to shake and not becuase of the cold chill that just ran down his spine. A sick feeling of dread sinking in making him taste bile gurgling up his throat.
"Jacob!" he shouts now running left, right and centre.
searching,
searching,
searching...

"JACOB! This isn't funny, Where are you?"
"Honey? What's wrong" Mr.Millwaki turns to see his wife behind him along with his eldest child clinging to her petite hands and the youngest propped up onto her hip. But the middle child of the three was nowhere to be seen. He scurries over to his wife in a panic frantically placing both hands on his wife's shoulders. Out of breathe he says,
"Is Jacob with you? Did he come looking for you?" Confusion seepining into her features Mrs.Millwaki answers questioningly.
"No he went with you, where is he?"
"I- I dont know.. He was JUST here! I took my eyes off him for 1 minute maybe less and he was gone!"
Panic begins to set into the family. The married couple split up calling out to the young boy, calling out for help to find their baby.
"JACOB!"
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"JACOb!"
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"JACob!"
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"JAcob!"
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"Jacob!"
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"jacob!"
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✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩13 years later✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩

{??? POV}

Dread.
Thats all I felt whilst walking home.
The type of dread where you just want to slam your head against a fucking wall and call it a day.
One foot infront of the other, slowly edging closer and closer to my house. I wouldn't call it a home but just a house for that's all it felt like. A house in which I stay in, a place that keeps a roof over my head.

I could hear the conversation right in that moment.
I'd ask to go on this stupid trip for school, my parents freak out and say no. I'd beg, I 'd get scolded for showing such disrespect and then I would go to bed. Getting up the next day like nothing happened.

Yet here I am, infront of my mother with what I'm sure is a face of pure gobsmacked.

"Wait, What?" I choke out. My mother gives me an unamused look,
"I said you can go, That is regarding you keep your grades up but I'm sure you'll be fine" Now I'm sure that to any other teenager this is exactly what you wanted to hear from your parents. However Clarissa and Marshall Hargrove are nothing like your everyday parents. They don't just agree to something unless it benifits them. In fact I don't think I even remember the last time I was given permission to go on a field trip so you can undertsand my doubts.

"Alright out with it, what's the catch?" I huff out frustrated. Her head snaps back with a disgusted frown on her face now replacing the previously calm expression. My father's hand slaps the back of my neck, hard, his wedding ring painfully cold. I hiss at the sting and bring my hand out to rub over the irritaed skin.

"Watch your mouth boy. Your mother just did a kind act to you that she sure as shit didn't have to" Switching my gaze between my father's demanding sneer back to my mother's disapointed frown I sigh lowering my head.
"Sorry mother, thank you for letting me go" In almost a split second a grin is plastered on her face. Indecisive much?

"See that's much more polite," My mother says.
Smartass.
She clicks her tongue looking down at the envelope sitting on the table she sits at.
"Now the water bill payment is late. You were meant to have it paid by Wednesday, It's Friday" And there it is, there's that catch I was talking about.
"If you expect to live under our roof you better expect to be chipping in when asked boy" That was from my father. I don't think it's normal for parents to make their children pay their bills. At least all my friends' parents don't. But as long as I keep the roof over my head I'm fine with it.

Now you see Marshell isn't exactly what you'd call tough shit, hardcore scary when you look at him but trust me he's one nasty mother fucker when he wants to be.
"Sorry I'll leave the money on the bench for it before I leave tomorrow, work pay was late this week" With a tap on my head from my mother and a 'that a boy' from my father I'm sent away to pack but I'm stopped before I can exit the kitchen.
"Oh by the way" I turn to my mother.
"We love you Jacob, remember that we are just preparing you for the real world" I give them a tight lipped smile.
"I know. Love you too."

2 weeks from this shit hole, thank fuck.

{End of Jacob's POV}

<Just to clarify>
Jacob- 16
Kate (Jacob's sister)- 17
Alex (Jacob's brother)- 16 (Jacob was born at the start of the year and Alex later on in the same year)
Cole-16
James Millwaki (father of Jacob, kate and Alex)- 45
Hannah Millwaki (mother of Jacob, kate and Alex)- 47
Marshell Hargrove (Jacobs 'father') - 50
Clarissa Hargrove (Jacobs 'mother') - 49

Also just another thing to clarify:
I'm just gonna let your mind run wild with the characters looks cause nothings worse then picturing a character for a few chapters then the reference photo is comepletely different so imagination gets to run wild.

One more thing.  ⚠️PLEASE READ ⚠️
This is slightly (only VERY slightly) inspired by a book I've read on either here or another site but I can not for the life of me find out what the book was called. I can't find it at all it's like it's disappeared (probably been deleted I did read it about 3-4 years ago)
So if you do happen to know the tile and if it's still up please let me know so I can give the author some credit for being a somewhat guideline for the idea of this story.
The only thing inspired is the whole kidnapped and found years later thing but I still think credit is owed to the original idea.