HARRY
Oh crap, over all the years of being taken away from my family, I've never been this scared in my entire life.
I've heard my mums name being mentioned many the times. 'Siobhan this, Siobhan that!' And not once they've ever thought of letting me go.
Man, how long? Until I'm 50? I swore under my breath, half scared, half pissed off.
Why was I brought up here in the first place? Why me? I haven't even done anything wrong!
Why decide to take a child away from their mother? And father?
The large heavy door made a large creaking sound as it opened. Two men - with masks covering their identity, carrying guns at their sides - walked towards me. Both their hands grabbed my shirt on my shoulders and forcefully pushed me forward. Knees shaking, I began walking.
"STOP!" said one of the guards. Hands trembling, I did as I was told. One of the guards took out a black material out of his pocket and put it around my eyes so that I couldn't see a thing. Why do you even make an effort blindfolding me? After all, why do we have move location to location to location? It always pisses me off!
"Walk!" The other guard demanded. Gritting my teeth, I did what I was told again and walked on! Trying to keep my temper intact. The guards hands gripped heavily on my shirt again and all three of us left the room.
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Non-FictionFor the past 15 years, a mum named Siobhan has been searching for her son, Harry ever since he was taken at just two weeks old. Fifteen years from now, her husband Art has given Siobhan suspicions as soon as she arrives home one night convincing her...
