An unexpected surprise

Chapter thirteen

I had kept trying to call Melissa but she didn't answer. Why had they taken my little boy? If she wanted to see him she could of called and arranged a date.

Lizzie and Danielle had to leave because they both had work. Dad stayed with me. I was so scared. I just kept staring at the floor, blankly. How could I let them take him?

"It isn't your fault, Tris" Dad said, putting his hand against my shoulder.

I was trying so hard not to cry, he could tell. He put his arms around me and pulled me into an awkward hug. He hadn't hugged me since I was a baby. This was new to me.

I let the tears fall, sobbing into his chest. "I let them take him. I couldn't protect him"

"It's not your fault. The police will find him" he told me.

He held me for a while, I think I fell asleep, but it was filled with awful nightmares.

I kept hearing his call. "Dada!"

I kept calling out to him, I could see him but couldn't reach him. All of a sudden, he was swallowed by the darkness.

I could still hearing him shouting for me. Where was he? That's when I heard a blood curdling scream of a two year old, then an evil laugh, similar to Melissa's. It was Melissa.

I shot up, out of my sleep, screaming.

"Tristan!" My dad grabbed my shoulders. "It's ok. I'm here" he soothed.

"He was there, I could see him" the heart ache was in my voice.

The next day he had to leave. We'd still heard no news from the police.

I was sat around, the phone close to my side, in case someone rang. I heard the noise of mail land through the post box on the door. I got up and went to it. On the front of the letter was the words 'Dada'.

I stared at the letter for a minute then slowly picked it up. I turned it over in my hand. They was nothing on it. I opened it and out came a lock of Lucca's soft brown hair and a letter.

You've got a week to find us, or the child is dead.
Good luck.

I phoned the police straight away. I didn't know anything as to where they could be or what they was doing to him.

I gave them the letter and lock of hair as evidence. That's all I could do, or was it?

I grabbed my phone and rang Lizzie. "Come to mine"

"Now?"

"ASAP"

"I'm on my way" she hung up and arrived 35 minutes later.

I told her all of the events of the day and my plan to get my son back.

She agreed to help me then we jumped in my car. I dialed Joan's number.