Loving the Man

Chapter 5: Disappearance

I'm well aware I mixed up the missions and etc... they're in a different order for now and some new things will happen in the missions or I might skip something. Don't post bad about it, I am aware of this but it's the easiest way for me to write this book. Thanks!

- - - - - - - MICHAEL'S POV - - - - - - - 

I needed fresh air. A lot of it.

The last few days have been suffocating me; the kids were fighting, Amanda was getting unnaturally closer with that yoga guy, Lester called me, and then especially Trevor showing up out of the blue. Not to mention him bringing Danielle with. That was stressful.

I didn't really notice it before, but I like her. Really like her. But to act on the feelings... it just didn't seem right. I had Mandy, and though she cheats on me, it didn't seem fair for me to do that to her. I still love my wife, despite all of our disagreements and differences.

The salty, ocean air flushed throughout my body as I leaned against the railing on the docks. Birds called above me and the sound of people walking was behind me. The rollercoaster, the Leviathan, was rolling loudly and the Ferris Wheel continued to go in its circular motion. The sky was its usual early morning pastel blue with the sun in the sky. Its soft, morning rays were lightly hitting my face.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth take away my headache that was starting. A binging noise and vibrating in my front pocket brought me back to the Earth. I grabbed my phone, accepting the call, and holding the phone up to my ear.

"Yeah?" 

"Mr. De Santa." A man's voice said. He had a Spanish accent.

"Who's this?" 

"I am Mr. Madrazo, remember me? I ask of you to come to me and hand me my money for that house or the girl dies." Mr. Madrazo threatened.

Thoughts instantly shot in my head. 'The girl' could be Amanda, Tracey... Danielle. "Who?" I growled into the phone, pacing back and forth.

I heard rustling around then a familiar voice. "Michael. It's Danielle. They---" I then heard a smacking sound, which made me angry. I punched the pole next to me, its metal coldness pressed against my skin.

"Come with the money or the girl dies. Your choice. When you've made your choice, call me back. Bye, Mr. De Santa." 

"Where is she?!" I shouted into the phone but he had already disconnected. Growling some more, I quickly dialed Trevor. As little as I wanted to talk to him, I needed to tell him his sister was in danger.

It ringed a few times then Trevor picked up.

"Mikey!" He exclaimed with a fake sense of excitement.

"T, it's your sister." I immediately said.

He went silent at first then an angry voice came. "What'd you do?" 

"I didn't do anything." I said, feeling a little insulted he thought I'd do anything to her. "This guy, Mr. Madrazo. I don't know where he is or what he meant. He said if I didn't bring him this money for the house I destroyed, he'd kill your sister. He said for me to call him back when I have 'made my choice'."

"What! This is your fault....." Trevor scoffed.

"What are we going to do, T?" I impatiently asked, ignoring the fact that he was blaming me.

Trevor thought quickly. "Come out here to Sandy Shores. Call him back when you get here and we'll go together. We will get her back." Trevor hung up before I said anything else.