Empêchement

The Not-so Kidnapping Kidnap

School was an interesting experience after I got to sit down with my family and demand answers. As it turned out, there was an organization that called themselves the MDP that needed my help specifically in "working for the good of the people". It was kind of scary realizing what would happen if the letter they sent was real, but the whole thing just read like it was a joke.

My family spent the next several days trying to reassure me that it was just a prank, and I had begun believing them because every other aspect of my life just continued as normal. I'd even had a boyfriend for a while.  The letter had life-altering implications, but because nothing changed over the weeks following the letter, it just sort of faded to the back of my mind like my homework does while I'm browsing the internet.

That's not to say that it didn't have any effect on my family. My dad would go around the house and make sure everything was locked up securely before going to bed. My brother was home more often, and my entire family would actively try to spend more time with me.

I knew it was because of the damned letter, but I just let myself think that it was because my parents were finally done fighting.

About three weeks after the conversation between my family and me about the kidnapping, there was a knock on the door.

Plenty of people had knocked on our door in the three weeks between that conversation and when 'they' arrived. These people mainly consisted of pizza delivery guys and my brother's girlfriend, but this knock left an eerie silence in its wake as the sound bounced off the walls through the house.

It might have just been me, but I stopped what I was doing to watch as my dad seemed to creep steadily and cautiously down the stairs as if something was going to pop out and scare him. I sat down at the top of the stairs, so I could watch what was happening.

He looked through the peephole and then swung the door open, putting on a confident posture. Behind the door where two people. The man was clean but wore a whole lot of black and white. His hair was black, his skin was white. He wore a black and white suit. The woman, who was holding a document, was wearing a pretty green dress that hung off her frame and elegantly swept the floor at her feet. Her incredibly red hair contrasted off the dress as she flipped it behind her shoulders. As the door opened she smiled at my dad.

"Good evening. What can I help you with?" He asked.

"Are you Mr. Michael Jones?" The woman asked.

"Yes, I am. Who are you?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jones. My name is Cinder, and my partners' name is Eric Nova. We're here on behalf of the Mourning Dove Portal in regard to the letter you've seemed to forget about," She smiled and pointed to the small cubby holder that we had by the front entrance. The letter sat on top, untouched for several days.

How did she know exactly where it was? I wondered in shock.

"NO." My dad said with so much force in his voice that the men on our porch recoiled in shock. Then he quickly slammed the door shut and locked it. He put his back to the door, and looked around, panicked, like he couldn't believe it wasn't actually a prank.

"Sir, we would just like to talk to you and your daughter, Verlena." The women said through the door.

"No! Leave my family alone." He told them. "Someone call the cops!"

"Sir, that was your first chance," Eric said.

"The phone won't even ring, Mike! What do I do?" My mom asked, wide-eyed and panicked as she smashed buttons on the landline.