The Last Goodbye (Interracial Story)

Chapter 6

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Ryan 

She's...gone? But...how? Just a few hours ago, she was in my arms. I answered her phone call and heard her screaming. Screaming for me to help her.

"Fuck!" I slammed myself up against the locker in the locker room. I was just on my way home to take her out after baseball practice. She usually comes with me but this time she wanted to stay home.

Now I have to find her. I'm not set up for this. I don't know the first thing about finding someone that's been kidnapped. I just decided to call the police and file a missing person report.

"I'm sorry sir but she has to be missing for 48 hours." The 911 operator said.

"For bloody sake, I have proof she's been kidnapped." I screamed for the 3rd time.

"I'm sorry sir. Like I said, it has to be 48 hours."

"In 48 hours, she'll most likely be dead." I spat, hanging up the phone.

I paced for hours, trying to come up with a plan on how to get her back. But deep down, I know I'd probably never see her again. But I wanted to at least try.

For the next 24 hours, I locked myself in our room. I continuously stared at her side of her bed, her closet, and a picture of her. I felt horrible because I couldn't find her or do anything about it. It was slowly killing me inside to not be with her or knwo where she was.

Two days later, I raced to the police station and filed a missing persons report again.

"Has it been 48 hours?" a short chubby man asked me.

"Yes it has." I said, losing patience slowly.

"Okay we'll try our best to find her sir." He said, with no sympathy in his voice.

"Just bring my sweet Valerie back to me." I sighed, leaving the police station.

 Running my right hand through my hair, and pulling my keys out of my pocket, I was bombarded by paparazzi.

"Where's Valerie?" "Is it true she's missing?" "Has she been kidnapped?" "Do you know who did it?" "Are you going to look for her?"

I groaned, trying to find my way away from these people. How did they find out so quickly?

"Please leave me alone, I'm trying my best to find her." I pleaded, choking down my tears. I was hard enough the police were doing bare minimum in trying to find Valerie, now paps all down my throat about it. It was too much.

Once I reached my car, I quickly got in, locking the door. My phone started buzzing as I was putting the key in the ignition. I glanced at the caller ID and it was unknown.

"Hello?" I answered.

"I have your girl. Chances are she won't make it out alive."

"For fucks sake, just give me my fiance and leave us alone." I yelled, slamming my fist against my steering wheel.

"I will under one condition."

"Go ahead mate." I urged.

"You let me keep her, I'll keep her alive and marry her. If you disagree, I'll kill her. Slowly. Painfully. In front of you." He sneered. 

"Who are you, you monster?!" I felt the tears stream down my face.

"You and Valerie's worst nightmare." The line went dead.