Jared, I murdered your uncle

Chapter 7

Maria’s P.O.V:
There was a knock on my door, that woke me up an 9:00 am. Shit, I missed college. I couldn’t see PJ anywhere, so thought if he was already at college. James wasn’t actually at home most of the time, and Carter was with her sister… Oh well. I wondered who was here, I yawned as I opened the door, a very stressed out Henry standing there. His hands in his pockets.
“Henry?”
“You didn’t go to college either.”
“Yeah, couldn’t get up.” I said wondering what brought him here.
“Have you talked to Jared today? Or heard from him since yesterday night?” He asked with a concerned look.
“Not at all. In fact, I don’t even have Jared’s number.”
“Come with me.” He demanded holding his hand. I hesitated, why my hand?
“Okay fine, just… come behind me.” He said nervously.
“But i…” I trailed off looking down at my shabby clothes.
“Forget about your clothes. This is important; it’s for your safety.” Was all he said. I got scared, so he held my hand anyway.
“Where are we going.”
“To our house. PJ is there as well.” He said looking at me, his black eyes looked at me.
“Okay.” I whispered and let his hand hold mine tighter.
We went into their house, he barely held from kicking the door as Zach opened the door. It revealed that Zach, Lance, Lesley and PJ were there, along with Samantha on the phone, she was on the dining table. I looked at every ones expression. It was nothing but worried. PJ was completely sleep deprived, and looked down as soon as I met his gaze, it was like he blushed. Henry just locked the door and walked over to Samantha.
“Sam, any good news?” He asked putting an arm around her. She put her finger to her lips and continued staring at the phone and laptop that was on her lap.
“Can I just ask why we all are here?” I asked standing next to PJ who just looked up and smiled at me; sadly.
“Jared’s missing. Remember he got up saying he had to get the call? Well after the call he didn’t turn up, he isn’t answering the phone. Samantha is trying to track his cell phone down. We hope that’s where he is. We’re just worried sick since last night. This isn’t normal for Jared at all. He can’t even at the bar, he doesn’t like getting high.” Zach explained. I felt weird. I didn’t understand why we were here.
“But why are we gathered here, I mean I am also worried about Jared, but why gather up? Shouldn’t we be out there searching? Henry said it isn’t safe to be alone at home. Why is that?” I asked, I had no idea whom I was asking.
“Lesley got a text on his phone, and we are also trying to track that number down as well.” Samantha explained. Lesley handed me his phone which showed the text message.

FROM: UNKNOWN

LESLEY, ASK SAMANTHA TO TRACK MINE AND THIS NUMBER DOWN. DON’T ANSWER OR I’LL BE DEAD. HE THREATENED TO KILL ALL OF YOU IF I TRY TO CONTACT. GET EVERYONE WHO WAS PLAYING TRUTH AND DARE WITH US LAST NIGHT, SOMEWHAT HE KNOWS YOUR NAMES TOO.HE HAS PICTURES. I WILL DELETE THIS TEXT. TELL HENRY AND SAMANTHA AND THE OTHERS. MAKE SURE YOU ALL ARE WITH SAMANTHA AND HENRY AT ALL TIMES.
-JARED HUDSON.

Suddenly a shiver went up and down my spine. Jared and all of us were in danger. I looked up at Henry and Samantha who were looking at me when I read the message out loud. Although Henry and Samantha were agents, and they knew how to deal with this, the tension was rising in the room. I was worrying what would happen to Jared If he didn’t delete this message from the phone he contacted us with. I bit my lip and handed Lesley the phone back, he took it back and smiled a little.
“Apparently I was the only one who’s number Jared had memorized in his mind.” He said out loud.
“Shut up Lesley I’m trying to work here.” Samantha harshly spoke from the laptop.
“Got it!” She literally yelled happily. It showed she cared for Jared.
“What does it say?” Henry asked chuckling at Samantha’s happiness.
“Cyanide California Street 041. Beach house 9. Near the beach. The name of the owner is Jared Hudson.” She smiled. But the other one was yet to be found.
“Found it again. It’s the same address, except for the owner.” She pouted.
“Who is it?” Zach asked.
“Bruce…”She shivered at the name and Henry suddenly jumped. He looked angry. His veins on his tattooed arms were visible. He snatched the phone and looked at the name.
“Bruce Hudson? That freak was in jail! How is he free?” He ran his hand and grabbed his hair and pulled them. Samantha stood there biting her nails and looking down. I was shocked at the name. 
“Henry we’ll talk about that later. Guys get in the jeep, we’re getting Jared.” She said rubbing her eyes. Whoa. I think she’s crying. We got into the jeep and Henry sat next to Samantha on the passenger seat, Lance, PJ and Zach sat at the back seats, but I and Lesley sat at the extreme back, without seats. Lesley smiled and rubbed my arm a little.
“It’ll be okay Maria. We’ve got agents on BSA with us.” He said, but I could sense the tension in his voice. I nodded.
“So… Who is Bruce Hudson?” I whispered to Lesley. He looked at me, his brown eyes matched the shade of his dark brown hair that were pointed to the right side. He shifted his body towards me and spoke.
“He’s a criminal.” Was all he said.
“Is he somehow related to Jared?” I whispered again.
He looked up a bit and I followed his gaze which I saw met Henry’s black eyes.
“Bruce is a first class criminal; he does whatever he can do anything to take control of the people. He does every crime you can ever think of. He is also the mastermind behind every little crime all around.” Henry said scowling and gritting his teeth.
“Henry… the location has changed. It says it’s the south of the previous location. Almond Enterprise. It’s the old building behind Jared’s house.” She said nervously. Henry sharply turned the car, making us all lean towards our left.

Jared’s P. O. V.:
I saw him there, the man behind the murder of my parents. My uncle Bruce. I hated the fact that he was my only uncle and the only relative alive that I had. He smiled and pulled me into a hug. I shook  him off me. He frowned and looked at me in my eye. He looked just like my father. In fact, I do remember dad telling me Bruce Hudson was his twin.
“Young Robert…” He says, I caught the British accent, even after 5 years in jail, he didn’t forget our accent.
“You look just like Robert. I so wish I could kill you right now, but not yet, after playing some obviously.” He said still examining my face.
“Your eyes… They’re just like that innocent beautiful little woman Anna. If she would have married me, none of this would have happened.” He said that name with a snort.
“Don’t say my Mother’s name. You are such a beast!” I grunted. Tears were still in my eyes. His men held both my arms if I tried to do something.
“Boys, put him in his room, he must have missed it.” I remembered right there and then that this house I was in was my house 5 years ago. The walls were still white, pictures of our family hung on them. My heart was bursting when I went from each picture.
I was thrown into my room. It was the same, a bed with black bed sheets, night stand, blue walls, and white doors. A picture of my mother and father was on my bed. I picked it up; my mother was a beautiful woman with brown hair and dark blue eyes. My father had light brown hair and black eyes. My mother wore glasses, which were very visible, I saw myself in between them, I was happy, and my hair was really very messy.  I cried endlessly I didn’t even sleep. I finally found a phone on the floor at around 4 AM. That Bruce was sleeping in my bedroom during him stayed here. All I remembered was Lesley’s number, and so I just quickly texted him briefing this situation. I felt my hands shake and I deleted the message and Lesley’s number. One of his men came and I pretended I was asleep. The man took the phone from the floor, and assumed that I hadn’t seen it. The man grabbed me by my collar and thrust me out into a car. They took me to an old building. It said Almond enterprises. It was abandoned, I was dragged up many stairs, and my body felt numb. Maybe they hit me a lot, and I was unconscious, my mouth tasted like blood, and I coughed it out, I regretted that because I was shushed by Bruce hitting me on my neck with his black formal shoes. Some rich snob he was. I wished that Lesley and the others were safe and they would have got my message, anyways, I saw the same phone in Bruce’s hand, it had the same scratch on the screen. Great, I felt better; this meant Samantha is tracking us down. Bruce was kind of dumb, and wouldn’t realize that he could be tracked, that made me smile. I was out like a light because I was hurt a lot. I felt like I had no emotions for that time. All I hoped was that I would soon be rescued.
I opened my eyes when I was hung, my hands above me. The place was all brown and dirty, water dripping from every side I looked at.