IT ALL STARTED IN HIGH SCHOOL

The Search Begins

Vanessa's P.O.V*********

I wake up and realize that am alone in the hospital bed. Caleb isn't here and neither is Becca. Could it be that they are out searching for Onyx? What of they are. What am I doing here then? I need to help search for my son. I have to be there. I feel a bit tired but I still fight to get out of bed. I pull all the strings attached to my body off and search for my clothes. Once I am fully dressed I leave the room.
I secretly made it out of the hospital. I hailed a taxi and give him the address of my house. Once at home I find my hidden spare key and go inside to get some money to pay the taxi driver. I start searching for things around my home that will link me to anything I might have missed before going on the business trip.
I step on one of Onyx toys. A car. I pick it up and starts crying because my son is no where to be found. I cry and cry and cry. I want my son.

I gathered a few pictures of Onyx and I. His birth certificate and everything else that can be of any help to finding my son. I head to the bus stop to get a ride to Becca's place. Once there I knock and Becca answers. We hug each other. I wanted to cry but I can't. I feel as if crying so much will only drain my efforts and strength needed to find my son. I ask her to tell me everything she knows all over again. This time I take notes. Most of what she says reminds me of the time the break in happened at my place back in Maryland. I feel afraid at first but remember whats happening made me more angry than I could ever imagine. I just want to find my son and kill the son of a bitch that has taken my baby.

Becca and I made copies of missing person ad poster to post every where. She posted it on all her social media accounts asking for prayers and help to find Onyx.
As I open the front door for us to leave I bump into Caleb who was about to ring the doorbell. I am startled to see him here. He doesn't ask any questions just hugs me tightly and says "I am so happy that you are here and ok." He kisses the top of my forehead. I close my eyes as he does this. "Caleb we have to go. I made posters. I am gonna go around issuing them out and hanging them up. I can't sit and do nothing." I tell him as explanation for the reason I ran away from the hospital. "Its ok. I know. Come on let's go." He leads the way to his car. Becca follows behind.

All three of us make our way to town. I consider it as a great starting point. The area has a lot more people and word will spread faster from that point. We split up to cover more grounds.
I go inside a diner to leave a few copies there. I feel as if the search will continue to get better. I run to a variety store next door. After almost three hours we accomplished the poster search hand out. Now we wait for any clue or tips.

We drop Becca off at her place and head back to mine. Once inside I try keeping it together. I don't want to seem as if I can't manage right now. I fight back shouting and crying as I look at the portrait of Onyx over the fireplace. "Am gonna go take a shower." Is all I tell Caleb and walk away.
Once inside the shower I sob quietly as the water runs all over my body. I can't keep it together but atleast Caleb won't know that for now. A pair of arms embraces me from behind. "It hurts me too." Caleb says from behind me. I turn to face him. He is still fully clothed and standing under the running shower with me. "Nessa everything will be ok. I am doing everything I can to find our son ok. Please trust me." He says holding me closer. I grab hold of his arms and rest my head deeper into his chest and cry so much harder. "Why me Caleb? I have never done anything to anyone. Why me?" Is all I repeat as the fact of not having my son around for now replays in my mind. He comforts me by gently rocking me but even by doing this reminds me of when I used to do the same to Onyx. I don't want to die but the more I go without my son is the closer I feel to dying.

We shower together and put some clothes on. I gave Caleb one of my large sweat suits I wore while I was pregnant. We ordered food and I take my medication after we finished eating. Back to searching. I call Becca asking if she had heard anything. "Not yet but I am still posting and looking out for anyone who can help." I can tell she has been crying as her voice cracks when she speaks. I feel as if she is blaming herself for this. I want to comfort her but I can't find the words.