Finding Dad

Clues

Nothing made sense Jonas stood there in front of the mirror staring at his late mother. He splashed water onto his face and ran back into his room frightened and scared.

"You're just scared, confused Ma died of a lung problem not a murder. Dad wouldn't lie... Dad wouldn't abandon me... Dad didn't abandon me." Jonas filled his head with comforting thoughts in effort to fall back asleep. He closed his weary eyes and in a instant it was morning.

In five minutes Jonas was packed and out the door leaving his dreams behind. The sunlight was much needed and helpful. Jonas could see the streets now the sight was beautiful he headed towards the beach where his Dad might be.

"Sir do you know a Blake King by any chance?" Jonas asked a man who was fishing in the early light he said no Jonas moved on. 

"Ma'am I'm Jonas King have you seen my Dad Blake King? He living around here I think I can't find him it's really important."

"Sorry kid I haven't seen heard or spoken to a Blake King in my life." the stranger patted Jonas's shoulder and gave him the poor innocent orphan look Jonas rolled his eyes and ran up the beach. He had probably said the name Blake King by the time someone directed him to a small beach shack. The old woman was wearing a long black cape and spoke in a hoarse voice, she looked familiar but after last night everyone looked familiar and unwelcoming.

The shack was white on the end of the beach and had bright red shutters in which were on the verge of falling off their hinges. The bright blue door was also in bad shape and the paint on it was peeling with age. Jonas knocked on the door paint shedding fell off so did a small beetle. The door wasn't locked, it wasn't even closed it opened as soon as Jonas knocked. The interior was worse then the exterior rotten wood flooring, the walls were painted but the paint was chipped right off there was more wall showing then paint. There was a burnt circle where a fire might have been lit but there was no sign of any other burn marks. A chair sat in the corner and a bed opposite against the wall. The 'bed' was a couple of old crates and a large leaf with a fishing net as a pillow. It smelt of old decaying fish and mold inside in the corners there was mold  from the moister of the ocean and rain. There was no upstairs and Jonas's didn't think any sort of human life could stand these conditions he hadn't been in there for a mear five minutes and already he felt sick. As he walked in farther he saw a sink and a mirror he dared not looked into then mirror because he could already feel his mother and didn't need to see her ghost.

"Hello? Dad it's Jonas are you in here?" Jonas was cautious of where he stepped because waste coated the floor like a disguising carpet. Jonas tried too avoid the mirror but saw a note on it and curiosity overcame his body so he grabbed the piece of thin beach bark off the mirror.

Don't have time... they're coming I have to run I always run... clue one is time... anyone who knows me knows the answer I want only beloved to find me.

-BK

Jonas threw the wood in frustration. His father always said time was man's worst enemy and creation. Jonas hated time his dad hated time. Jonas grabbed the chair and threw in on the ground it broke in half he ran out and slammed the door. His Father had lived in a shack as big as their bathroom in their house, left him alone in a car wreck with his half dead sister, let him live in a orphanage where he experienced two deaths but worst of all he abandoned Jonas.

"Why do you hate me! Why!" Jonas banged his fist against a large rock. 

"You left me! You left her, you left Victoria!" he was now yelling at the sky anger and rage built up in him. How could his dad one of the most important person in his life leave him no child should have to look for their dad no one should be abandoned. 

Time was everyone's worst enemy time controlled your life, time was a powerful thing and Jonas had to figure out what time meant to his dad. He came up with two ideas Blake had a friend who owned a watch shop around here and he always went there to play cards when he was in town. The other one was on Blake's wedding day his watch, a heirloom from his father, was lost in the hotel where Teddy and him stayed. He always said to his children that was the day time was stolen from me. Jonas heard that story a lot when his mother was around but after her death Blake almost never spoke of their wedding day.

Jonas stayed at the beach until sunset he couldn't decide where he should go. He looked up to the stars and prayed for a sign he was torn because Jac, his dad's friend, had always been the go to guy. But the hotel had so much more meaning in Blake's life. 

Jonas was about to get up when a gold watch hit his foot. The handsome clock had sliver numbers, golden arms and in the middle was a old English coat of arms. The face was pearl white and the wrist band was pure gold. The watch was heavy and looked expensive to just hold the fine piece accessory. It wasn't until Jonas turned over the watch he realized who the owner was.

To my dearest son Blake good luck- Dad

The watch was Jonas's dad's this was the watch that stole Blake King's time this was his sign. Jonas made his mind up he grabbed his bag and started for the Brenton Hotel he was going to see his dad the man who loved him. Jonas held no regrets he just was ready for the future he wanted a new life. His dad had left him but he was going to find him again. This started his journey of finding his dad.