All is Not Fair in Love and High School

Chapter Thirty Two.

I sit there, completely numb, thoughts racing throughout my head at a million miles per hour. I finally decide to ask the question. "What kind of evidence do you have? How could you even dare to mention it of you don't have any type of evidence?" I ask. "Well, maybe I phrased that wrong. We are positive that she's alive, as well as your brother." Harry's father tells me. "Well you could have fucking said that. So how do you know?" I ask nervously. 

"I'm not really sure how to go about this, but they've been held in captivity since the accident. It was a planned attack, kind of like 9/11. We have just received a video of them, telling us their kidnapper's demands. They want two million dollars ransom. A million for each of them." He continues.

"That should be a no-brainer, right? When did you receive this video? I want to see it." I tell him sternly. "I don't think that's a great idea.." He trails off. "Desmond, don't you even dare. Show me the damn video." I try to contain the nervousness and anger boiling inside of me. I'm not mad at him, I'm fucking pissed my family has been alive all this time and we are just finding out now. He nods slowly and brings his laptop over to me.

"Listen, this is pretty heavy, are you sure you want to do this?" He asks. "Yes, I'm sure." I reply. He presses the space bar and my mother's face appears on the screen in front of me. I gasp loudly and Desmond puts his hand on my shoulder to calm me. She starts to speak and I brace myself.

"Hello, my name is Leslie Smith, and yes, I am alive." Tears form in her eyes as she continues. "So is my son, Matthew." I start to sob at the sound of his name. I barely recovered from his death, it hit me worse than my Mom's. He was just a innocent little kid, he didn't deserve any of this. He still doesn't. He walks into the room, and stands next to my mom. I sob even harder. He still looks like the doe-eyed, little blonde kid who didn't like to sleep alone. His cheeks are tear-stained and he has visible scars all over him. I suddenly have the urge to kill someone.

My mother starts to speak again. "I cannot reveal the our location, but there will be an offer for our release." My Mom says and she then turns her head towards my brother. "Kris, if your listening, please help us, I won't be able to survive this place anymore. Kris please help me." He begs and starts to cry. Then out of no where a whip comes out and hits him in the leg. Matt flinches and tears roll down his cheeks, the same for my Mom.

I scream and look up. Desmond squeezes my shoulder, trying to calm me down. My mother begins to speak again. "To whoever is watching this, they want two million dollars for our release. You have four days, or else we die. Please hurry." Her voice cracks at the last sentence and I throw the laptop across the room.

I get up out of my chair and throw that in the opposite direction. I scream a few times and run to a corner and start punching the walls until my knuckles bleed. I hear various voices calling my name but I shut them out. Suddenly I feel someone grab my arms, put them out my sides and pulls me onto the ground so we're sitting against the wall. It's Harry. He's stroking my hair with one hand, and holding my trembling hands with the other. I try to bring my breathing back to normal but I continue to wheeze. "Shh, baby it's going to be okay, whatever it is, it's going to be okay. I promise." He sweetly tries to comfort me like a good boyfriend would, but I am just not having it right now. "NO! You don't know that! You don't even know what's going on! Is it not going to be fucking okay!" I scream at him.

He just continues to caress the side of my head and hold my hands. He looks up at his Dad, who just has a very distraught look on his face. My father finally arises from his chair and walks over to me. He lifts my chin up and looks at me directly in the eyes. 

"Sweetheart, believe me, we are going to do whatever we have to do to get them back. Whether it's two million, or two hundred million. We're going to get them back. Desmond told me that they gave a location and I've already wrote it down, as a matter of fact I'm going to get the money right now, and we are going to get them back, and I've already devised a plan. We are going to fill the bag with fake money, although it looks extremely real, and plant a bomb in the middle of one of the bundles. It will be set for twenty minutes, so at that point they'll be in their van and it will blow the sons of bitches up." He finishes. 

I wipe my tears, and Harry releases me as I stand up. I look at my Dad. "Good." I tell him and walk away, out of the room. Harry stays and asks what in the hell is going on, and after a few seconds I can't hear them anymore. I walk into mine and Harry's room and sit on the end of the bed, playing with my fingers. 

I think I'm fine for a second, and then the tears come back. I just start sob loudly again, and I take a painting off of the wall and punch my fist through it. "WHY! WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO THEM!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "He didn't deserve this. I JUST WANT THEM BACK!" I yell once more and my knees give out as I collapse to the floor. I hit my head, but I can't feel the pain. I see someone open the door in slow motion, and I expect it to be Harry. But it isn't, it's Luke. He walks in, and looks at me, petrified. "It's your Mom and brother, isn't it. They're alive. I heard from the Dining Hall. Kris, we're going to do everything we can to get them back. You must know that, right? You're not going to lose them again." He tells me, crouching next to me. 

I sit up slowly, trying to ignore my pounding headache. "Yes, I fucking know that, Luke. That's what everyone keeps telling me. What I'm so fucking upset about is all of the shit that they've been through over the years. My Mom was trying to be strong, and then when my brother came, and he asked me for me help, I just felt so helpless. I love him more than life itself, Luke, you of all people should know that. I would do anything for him, and he does not deserve that. I have to get them out. Luke, he had scars all over his body, and when they whipped him, he flinched and started to cry, as if he was fucking used to that shit! He's only ten, Luke, he's only TEN!" I start sobbing at the end of the sentence and fall into Luke's shoulder. 

"I know, Kris, we're going to get him out. No one is going to hurt him again. I promise." He tells me. I can't get his face out of my head. I also can't stop shaking. What the fuck am I going to do? 

We sit there for what feels like forever, and then Harry walks in and tries to hide his anger due to Luke's arm being around me. "I got her from here mate, thanks." Harry says, restrained. Luke looks at the floor, releases me, and walks out of the room, looking back at me once. 

"All you have to do is get through the next few days and this will all be over. Don't worry baby, I'll be with you every step of the way." Harry tells me and I sink back into his familiar arms on our bed. 

The thing is, he doesn't understand how fucking hard the next two days will be. 

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Wow, holy shit. 

Not going to lie, I cried writing this. I used the names of my Mom and brother, so this was hard for me to get out. 

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