They have her. They have Sammy. THEY HAVE MY FUCKING DAUGHTER!! I run through the warehouse straight to Sammy's room. When I get there I slam open the bright purple door and notice the room is a disaster and my daughter, my only daughter is gone. I feel a wave of tears suddenly crash in wanting to spill over, but I hold them back. Or at least I try to.
"We'll get her back, Jessa. I swe-"
"Get James," I mutter softly. You can hear the pain in my voice. My cousin nods, doesn't even ask any questions, before running off to find James. When I know he's gone, I allow myself to fall to my knees and the tears to fall. Sammy, the girl that some mother decide she didn't want and that I claimed as my own, is gone and that DICK has her. HE FUCKING TOOK MY DAUGHTER!!! Is he trying to tear me apart? Is he trying to destory me?! I pick up Sammy's favorite toy that lay only a few feet inside the door. It's a small stuffed puppy that James bought her one night after a call he'd gotten about a little girl being abused by her mother. Last I knew of the girl, she was still in an orphanage cause the rest of her family is dead. I hug the stuffed toy close to my chest as I watch the world around me fall to grey. This is worse than when I lost James. James being gone I would have learned to deal with, but this seems to be so much different. I wonder if this is how my mother felt when she had that miscarriage a year before I was born. Did it suddenly feel like all and every light that was in your world drain away? Cause that's how I feel. I feel like a failure, like I didn't try hard enough, I feel like I should have hugged her more, spend more time with her, played with her when she asked me to. Now, it's too late. I hear pounding feet come down the hallway before skidding to a stop behind me.
"What... happened?" James questions slowly. At first, I thought he was just upset, but as I thought more and more on how he said the words I realized he wasn't just upset. He was livid. I look over my shoulder at him and notice the color in life still seems to surround him. He's colorful while the rest of the world is grey.
"My... my baby," I mutter softly before breaking down into a full fit of sobs. James hugs me, pulling me close to him as I cry. "I. Want. Him. Dead." My words are slow, but deliberate and true. I want Arlo dead. Taking the man I was starting to fall for is one thing, but when you take the cub from the mama. Let's just say that's time you wanna place the cub down and run. Arlo, Michil, and Leslie will all fucking pay for this. One by one they will fall and they will fall by my hands and my hands only.
"I know you do and trust me. He will die."
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Tap. Tap. Tap. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I snatched this computer 3 months ago and I still see nothing that should have kept me from hacking that computer. That message though is still got me curious. What did she mean by 'This is the end'? Was that a warning to the cops? Or me? Did she know I was coming even though she died before I even knew who she was? I wanna smash my face into the keyboard. So many of her things are left unexplained and yet I could still called Agent Daxon and give him this computer and hard drive. I'll tell him the truth of how I got it too, but now that I think about it. That's now a cold case. It was open for 6 years before they closed it. It's been almost 12 years since that case opened. I was 7 when she started hacking and now I'm 19 almost 20 and she's dead. I have all her information too. Despite no being able to find her, she definitely made a lot of rookie mistakes. So many that it's almost funny. I try to focus on my work, but my mind keeps veering back to Sammy and wherever the hell she may be.
"We'll get her back, Jynx. I promise," James whispers as he wraps his arms around my shoulders lightly.
"I can't concentrate when I know she's out there with that creep!" I feel my anger rise just at the thought of my old idol. James sighs.
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The Hunt [BOOK 2: WAR OF MORTALS] [Completed]
Ficción GeneralJynx has to do her best to keep her family safe despite what Michil thinks of said idea.