December, 23, 2015
My son, has been missing for a year. I still remembered when I filled out the missing report."Sir,can you please fill in this missing report."A cop, named Robert asked as he gave me the sheet of paper and a pen.
Last Name: Knights
First Name: Xzavier
Middle Name: Allen
Age:3
Gender: Male
Height:3'6
Hair Color:Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Ethnicity: Brazilian/Irish
Weight: 37 lbs.
DOB:December 25, 2011
Last Seen:Wearing a grey beanie with a white shirt with red lettering and grey jeans with grey converse.I let silent tears run down my red blotchy face my mother, Anne , my father Davi and best friends Ellie and Zachary tried to comfort me with their soothing words. Tell me can you calm down a dad who might have lost their son forever? I couldn't believe that just 6 hours ago I had my son in my arms when he ran up to me after I picked him up from daycare telling me that he missed me. 4 hours since Xzav and I were at FAO Schwarz choosing out Christmas gifts for everyone. His endless giggles invaded my ears as we decided to take a break from all that walking. I watched as he was attempting to impress a little girl on the giant floor piano, "Is he yours, The small one with the Grey beanie?" A female voice asked I looked up to see a girl that looked like she had to be 18 years of age "O-oh um yeah he is mine which one is yours?" I asked mentally slapping myself for stuttering. She smiled a little "Well he is a cutie pie and mine is the one who is playing with yours. Her name is Bridget she is 4 and my name is Charlotte and I'm 20 not 18." Charlotte said shit, did I say that out loud? I nodded my head and went back to watching Xzav before I realized that Charlotte wanted my name.
I turned back towards her,
"Oh, I'm Eryck and my sons name is Xzavier he is 3 years old and soaks up my energy " I said with a grin. No matter how many times I wanted to watch tv or sleep if my boy wanted me to read him something or play I would comply in a heart beat.
"Oh cool I love your accent" She said warning a chuckle from me
"I too, love your accent."
We talked some more before she gave me her number so we could set up some play dates and called out for Bridget so they can go home. Xzav ran to me smiling, saying "Papa I like me some womens!" I laughed as I picked him up with one arm as I gathered all of the shopping bags with the other. Together we walked towards the door and straight to our demise.I sadly smiled at the memory of my sons and I last day together before he was suddenly ripped away from my loving and protecting arms. I silently walked through the despairingly gray halls, heading to my room but my feet guided me to his room, I took a deep reassuring breath before I slowly pushed the door open his batman bed laid there untouched his favorite Spider Man Teddy bear-that he calls Spidey- sat slumped over at the edge of his bed I flipped on the light switch causing his marvel sign to lite up illuminating his room I walked in one step at a time. I sat on his bed reaching out grabbing Spidey with shaky hands I held it close to my chest I smiled as I inhaled his scent I closed my eyes imagining it was him who I was hugging and not his teddy bear happy memories flashed through my mind, A knock at the front door pulled me back into my harsh reality sighing heavily, I replaced the relic back into its sacred place. I gathered myself and walked to answer the knock. I opened the door not bothering to look through the peep hole expecting one of my friends or family members but instead I saw a male figure who towered me by a few inches peppered grey hair , pale skin and grey, alert eyes,mirrored my curiosity "Hello my name is Charlie." He offered in a eerie voice .Why is he here I don't know him? Answering my thoughts "I'm a detective and I heard about you situation with your son I know it's been a year but I think you and I can find him new information came up on your sons whereabouts." I looked at him as my tears started building up in my eyes in disbelief "In other words, we can finally have your son in your arms again."
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