I was Weak but got Stronger...

Chapter 6: The Yellow Envelope

Chapter 6: The Yellow Envelope

I sat on my wrinkled, and faded red duvet. My cheeks were stained with my dried tears that have finally seemed to stop. I haven't taken a shower since Bricklen was taken from me, that's been two weeks to this day.

I've ate since then though, but just very little. It's driving the boys insane that I'm not eating like an ordinary person does on a daily basis. I just couldn't eat, if I ate anymore than I have been I would puke. Just thinking about my daughter not being fed or bathed and maybe even beaten had me sickened to my stomach everyday.

Earlier this week we got information for the kidnapping, it wasn't very helpful. But it made my stomach clench at how clueless I was at the moment. The night Bricklen was abducted, she was thrown into a black van. The same black van that we were making jokes about! How we found that out was by our neighbors, they have security cameras outside their garage door facing the street. We couldn't get the license plate number, so what was the point?

My sleeping schedule was out of whack, I got to the point where I wouldn't sleep for several nights, I'd just end up passing out from exhaustion. How are you able to sleep when something so tragic happens? The boys one night threatened to hold me down and force me to take something to help me sleep. It's not that I don't want to sleep, I'm just afraid. Afraid that I will have a nightmare about Bricklen, I don't want to see her in a petrifying state...even if it was just a dream.

I look down into my hands which held a picture of Bricklen and I, I haven't gone anywhere without this picture since her kidnapping. It was of her and I, she was behind me and held two cupcakes to my cheeks. Her head rested on top of mine while she laughed.

I smiled at the picture, but then it vanished in just a matter of seconds from screaming coming from downstairs.

"Zayn"! I couldn't make out who was hollering my name, it was to distant and shaken up a bit.

Getting up from my comfortable postilion, I stepped slowly towards my door and unlocked it. Going downstairs I looked at Liam who which was holding a mustard yellow envelope.

"What's that"? I asked confused. Liam handed me the envelope, all eyes were on me, waiting for me to open it. All it had written on it was "Daddy" written with Bricklen's hand writing.

Going towards the couch I sat down with caution and opened the envelope with ease. Taking out two DVD's, one read "Listen to it now" while the other stated "Listen to it tomorrow, or else". I popped the DVD in that read "Listen to it now" obviously.

My daughter showed up on the TV screen, strapped down to a rusted looking chair. I listened intently, becoming furious at myself for not being there with her, until she said "I love you". My anger vanished and my eyes started to water again, you could feel the sadness in the room. You could easily cut through it with a dull knife.

When I looked up I realized something that Bricklen had stated. She said and I quote "I know you haven't ate in two days". How would she have known that? Grabbing the remote I rewind the video, trying to remember where I had my little rant about the boys trying to tell me to eat. I looked around the living room, trying to rack my brain for a memory that only happened about a week ago.

Then it hit me like lighting, I felt like a detective on a case they haven't given up on but everybody else has. Standing up straight I speed walked to the front door and looked in every direction possible. Not noticing anything replaced or messed with. What the hell?

"Zayn, what are you doing mate"? Louis asked me, like I was going crazy or something.

"Listen to Bricklen! Listen to what she says at the ending... she said that she knew I haven't ate in two days. How could she have possibly known that"? I asked pointing at the TV. My voice was commanding and I was alert to everything that was happening at the moment.