Shattered 2

Getting Started

I miss my wife, but not more than I miss my girls. I have been looking for my girls for the last two years, and every lead I get is a dead end. It's frustrating that I keep coming to a dead end , and it makes me angry as hell that I don't have a clue of who took them.

It had gotten to the point where I couldn't even look at Michelle anymore.

Yes I blame her for all of this. I mean who else could I blame but her? So many what if's, and should of's,and could of been's.

Hell I even blame Allen, and I know he's dead. It's all like a chain reaction, a dominoes effect. One wrong move can change your life forever, and mine has changed for ever. And I blame Michelle for it all.

Watching the news I'm always on the edge. When my phone rings my heart drops, because I don't know if it's good news or bad news. I don't know if the voice on the other end will say " we found them, and they are not alive".

Sleep? Hell I don't know when the last time I got sleep, good sleep, eight hours of sleep.

It kills me to know I couldn't protect my girls. It kills me to know that I can't find them,hold them, kiss them. I just want my babies back that's all I wanted.

I know I'm probably wrong for walking out on Michelle, but if I wouldn't have things would have gotten worse. Worse as in Divorce Court.

I have been staying with my mom, and it's not a day that goes by that she doesn't tell me"you need to go home to your wife she needs you".

And I know that, but I just can't. Every time I look at her I blame her for my daughter's abduction.

Am I wrong?

I just don't feel that I am. I know she's hurting, but not more than me?They were just babies, my babies.

I think about Milian, and Miley everyday, every minute, every hour.

Drifting off as I always do a knock at the door brings my attention back to the present. Not eager to know who it was I slowly make my way to the door.

It was Brent with his blonde hair hanging down into his face. "You look like shit", he says walking in making his way to the living room. "I didn't tell you to come in", I said closing the door.

Brent always picked the most awkward times to come over. The only good thing about that was if he popped up without notice he was on to something. He had a lead , a good one. When the hair hangs that means something good , good news.

Pushing his hair back out of his face with his hand he gives me that smirk. The smirk that meant traveling. Brent would do anything to travel. With this guy I've been to Greece, London, Asia, China, Italy , and the list goes on.

"Where to"?I said not wanting to even sit down at this point. "Long Island New York", he says. "Why"? I said looking clueless waiting on him to fill me in.

"Once we get there I'll tell you all about it", he says looking around as if he was going to pack my things. "Ok I need to know now or I'm not going", I said looking over at a picture of the girls on the table.

Saying nothing he pulls out his phone. "Tell me what you think"? he says waiting for me to respond at what I was seeing on his phone.

My heart was pounding, and I couldn't believe what I was looking at. It couldn't be, or could it be?

I needed to call my wife, I needed Michelle oh my God.

"And you can't call Michelle, we have to wait", he says with a serious look on his face.

"You can't, let's just get there first", Brent says.

Two years, two years ....

"We have to be sure about this Donavan". "You can't say nothing we have to be sure", Brent says
nodding his head at me.

He was right I had to wait. As anxious as I was, I had to wait, I had to wait.