Kidnapped

1. 자링해

"No...no please. Give him back!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I watched them taking my baby away.

Two of those basturds preventing from getting my baby boy. People around just watching me as if I belonged in an asylum. No sympathy or compassion to be seen in their faces.

The basturd holding my child turned to me one last time shooting me an evil wink as he finally disappeared with my crying baby.

The two that had once held me back were now gone. Darting into their car as they sped away. My legs carried me off as I tried to reach the car, but to my misfortune I was not fast enough.

It felt as if my legs had been swept from under me as I fell to the ground. The tears tumbling down my cheeks as I caught one last glimpse of the car that had my baby.

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Walking down the empty streets I tried to wipe the tears away but to no avail as more kept forming and rolling down my cheeks.

Every police station I went to turned me down with no assurance of ever finding my son.

Everything was falling apart. How could they kidnap a little baby? My little baby? What did they want from me? Heck what did they want from him?

As these questions rummaged through my head I did not realize I was in front of my house until I bumped into the door.

When I opened it it felt like something snapped within me. My tears rolled down even faster as loud sobs vibrated through my throat.

Little toys in the room brought back all the memories I shared with my son. From the time I brought him here for the first time to the times I had to wake at 3 am just to feed him. All good memories until the one bad memory came into mind. His father... how he rejected his own child.

*FLASHBACK*

"You can't do this to me." I pleaded with him as he started walking towards the front door.

"Y/N, just stop embarrassing yourself already. I gave you options but you chose to remain with that child. There is no room for a child in my life. You know I only did this for fun. Nothing more nothing less. Goodbye." With that being said he walked out of my life as if I never meant anything to him.

*Present*

The memories continued to taunt me so much that I did not realize that I had fallen asleep until I woke up to the bright rays of the sun.

Thinking that yesterday's events were just a dream I ran to my son's room with hope filling my heart only to have it crushed once again when I did not find him in his crib. Falling onto my knees I let the tears roll down my face once more. The agony climbing its way deeper into my heart.

Thoughts of what they could be doing to my little one running through my head.

How are they treating him?

Has he eaten?

Has he even slept?

They could not possibly abuse a six month old...right?

The last thought brought chills to my spine. Finally deciding that crying was not going to help me I walked out of the house to try and find some kind of help to bring back my son. No realizing that the only help I would get was from the one who had abundoned us in the first place.

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Here I stood in front of the fourth police station. At all the others no one bothered to help me. As soon as I told them the licence plate number of the car they turned me away.

I just could not understand what was happening. As I walked into the station I felt like the people were burning holes into my body with their eyes. When I stared back at them they all looked away.

"Excuse me, can you please help me?" I asked the first person who acually looked interested in talking to me.

"Yes, ma'am. Follow me." He commanded me in a rather harsh tone.

I followed him to the furthest office in the hall. It gave such a creepy vibe as the lights were dim and flickering on and off.

A chill ran down my spine as the door creeked when he opened it. Together with the door his aura gave me bad vibes.

But who am I to judge?

"Miss you may have a seat ." He pointed to the chair in front of the large brown desk.

I followed his actions and sat down looking very closely at his features.

"I am detective Kim Taehyung. I will be incharge of your case. So please tell me what has happened for you to be here." He said as he looked me straight in the eye. It felt very awkward but there is nothing I could do.

"My name is Lee Y/N...um..." I started but thinking about how my baby was taken away from me brought tears to my eyes. Without saying anything more they started rolling down my cheeks. When he saw this he handed me a tissue.

"It's okay miss Y/N. Take all the time that you need." He replied and all I could do was nod while wiping my tears away.

"Yesturday I-I went o-out with my s-son. While we were at the mall he...h-he was t-taken aw-away from me. T-two guys held me back while the third one took my b-baby. The only thing I saw from them was their license plate number, but whenever I tell the police about it they turn me away...pl-please h-help me...g-get m-my s-son back. I do-don't k-know w-what t-they want from me. I have no money. My son is all I have. Ple-please Mr Kim help me get my baby back. You...you are m-my last h-hope."

"Okay, miss Y/N please calm down. Tell me a little more about your son. How old is he? What's his name? What was he wearing before he was taken away?" He asked.

"H-his name is Lee Yeonjung. He is six months old. He was wearing a Mickey mouse beanie with a plain red t-shirt and navy blue pants. He only had socks on, no shoes. I wrapped a baby blue blanket with a Nike logo around him. I have a picture of how he looked that day if that would help." I respond in a rushed manner as if I had no time left.

"Yes miss Y/N that would help a lot. If you don't mind I would like to keep the picture for further refrence." He responded while stretching his hand out. I placed the picture on his hand and got up.

"Miss Y/N I will call you if I have any further information on your son." He responded as he walked me out of his office.

"Thank you so much for your help." And with that I walked out of the station.

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