Kidnapping Fortune

Chapter 11: Search

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Okay so this quick update is specially for @danny_dawson who requested me to update yesterday as it was her birthday, however I didn't get a chance so I'm updating today

So happy birthday to her and this chapter isn't that good unfortunately because I didn't have as much time to write it as I normally do.

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James' P.O.V.

"Here you are sir. Be sure to contact Mr Harding if you have any queries or concerns, and take care of yourself for goodness sake!"

I nodded gratefully as I clutched my satchel and jumped out of the passenger's seat.

"Don't get yourself caught," was the last thing he said before giving me a quick wink and driving off in to the distance, leaving me deserted in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't exactly 'nowhere' but it was a place unknown to me. The countryside stretched out far, a lake shimmered in the mid-morning sun, half of the water hidden amidst the forest that was on the right of me.

Ahead lay a narrow winding path leading directly to the side door of Sam's house. It was only visible as a dolls house from this distance; it would still take about half an hour to get there on foot.

John, the man that had dropped me there couldn't go further up the hill and nearer to the house in case we were spotted and aroused any suspicions.

My satchel slung on my shoulder, I commenced my tiring and breathless journey following the uphill path. A bicycle would have been good.

With every step I took, my legs gradually grew weaker until they could no longer bare the weight of my body.

I sat down with my legs outstretched on a large tuft of grass, just beside the path I had been following for the past 20 minutes.

I took in the light, refreshing breeze and the warmth of the sun's rays radiating my back.

If only I could live my whole life like this out in the open, enjoying the tranquility of fresh air and nature, instead of being cooped up in an obnoxious children's home.

My real home was where I wanted to be most though. My home, before my dad did that... horrendous act.

My eyes stung as all those memories came flooding back to me. Just because I was a popular guy in school, everyone seemed to think that I had a perfect life and no care or worry in the world. I wish!

Well, whoever thought that, their mentality was absurd. I probably lived a life worse than any of their's.

People seemed to think that parents splitting up or having an alcoholic father were the worst things imaginable. But I would rather that happened to my parents than my dad committing such a corrupt crime, being sent to prison and then escaping.

He had escaped four whole months ago and not a single trace of him had been found since. And I lived with the fear that he would come after me, and repeat what he had done before...

I had not the slightest idea what motivated him to commit such an inhumane act. He had a hot temper, but then again, as did I, and that didn't justify what he did to his own wife.

Why did he do it? All I wanted was the answer to that one simple question.

I let out a loud sigh. My life was as messed up as one life alone could get. My current home was abominable. The food was ghastly and the bedrooms were musty and had developed fungi over the several years they had not been cleaned.