I sigh, releasing all the stress and worry within me. Being a parent isn't anywhere near easy. Especially when you're on your own. Yet, I would never change a thing. Adopting Jayden and Sarah was probably the best decision I've ever made. Despite the added responsibility and stress that came with my decision, I love my kids to death. They're the only thing I have now. I pick up a picture of Jayden, Sarah and I. I can't help the smile that forms across my face. It was an old picture, taken about three or four years ago. I blow the dust that has accumulated on the perfectly framed picture.
It's about time for another photo.
Jayden has his arm around Sarah and they're both wearing large coats, that are obviously too big for them. They look like mini marshmallows. Jayden and Sarah are both smiling. Which is a big deal because it's hard to get Jayden to smile these days. I rub the chubby faces of my little babies with my thumb.
So young and innocent.
However, now they were both a handful but I still love them and with each passing day, my love for them just keeps growing. This is my family, now.
I place the frame down and as if on cue Sarah comes bursting into my room with her handgun I gave her in case of an emergency.
What now?
The words that come out her mouth nearly paralyze me with fear, worry and shock.
"Jayden's gone!" Sarah shouts, everything else Sarah says is incomprehensible.
Her breathing is heavy and she is in shock, just like me. I shake my head and let my military expertise kick in. Grabbing Sarah by her shoulders, I do my best to calm her nerves as well as calm myself down.
"You're starting to hyperventilate. Sarah, I need you to calm down. Take slow deep breaths."
It takes a moment but Sarah eventually took control of her breathing and regained her ability to think clearly.
"Jayden's gone."
The words still hit me like a tsunami but I use my military training to remain calm.
Slow deep breaths.
Knowing Jayden, he wouldn't run away after an argument with Sarah, he has never done that before and he would certainly not do that on a night like this. He had to have a reason.
"He...he left this note."
Bingo!
Sarah hands me the note. Upon reading it, I place the note next to the frame on my dresser then pulled two large suitcases from under my bed. I open them up and reveal several handguns, a few grenades and an assault rifle.
I look Sarah in the eye, "Let's go save my son."
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Three Nights of Fear
Science Fiction"It is not the strong that are struck with tear drenching disasters but the weak, so be strong for if you are weak disaster will find you and it will send you down to your knees and drive you mad. Like me." 'Jayden Hunt' The signs were all a...
