The waiting game - Chapter 96

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Kian's POV

It was a waiting game. Waiting for something, someone to say something. Hell would have been better. Alfie sat on my knee, asleep, Melody at my side with the twins. Midnight.

Maspar watched me worriedly from the other side of the room. He knew this affected me just as much as him, if not more. Jacob was like my fourth kid. 2am.

He stood up, walking to Melody. He gently prized the twins from her and carried them downstairs. 4am.

Dad, Caspar, came upstairs and stood Melody up, leading her downstairs. He took Alfie too. 5am.

I sat alone on the sofa, no one in the room. Phone in hand. 7am.

The triplets and twins left with Melody for the new school year, nursery. Jacob should be there. 9am.

Maspar came and sat next to me, arm around me. "Okay bro?" I shook my head, tears in eyes. He sighed and just sat there with me. We sat there for over three hours but he didn't complain. I decided I should actually do some stuff.

I walked down to the shop, hoping to get my mind off Jacob. At the bottom of the street there was a man, tall, dark, thirties with a little boy. I started running. I could get there. I dived at them at the last minute. I grabbed the little boy and he started screaming. The man looked at me and grabbed the boy back. The kid turned around, not Jake.

"I'm so sorry, my brother in law went missing yesterday. He's about the age of this lad." The man nodded.

"I'll keep my eye open." I thanked him and carried on walking.


Maspar's POV

Kian's not okay. It's been three weeks now and no sign of Jake. Kian's taking it the hardest. He loved Jake more than me and I love him loads. 

Kian's turning eighteen in a month. He doesn't care. Alfie started walking. He doesn't mind much.

I've started to babysit the kids somewhere else, to keep them out of the way. I know Alfie will have to learn different but I try to teach him things. I make up games in the garden, read books in the playroom. Jacob's room stays locked. It's a waiting game. And we are the victims.

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