Golden Eyes, Broken Heart

Chapter 9 - Missing

Oooo what's going to happen? Dexter locked the door when he left and returns to find it unlocked, that door was the only thing protecting poor Jake!
Okay i'll quit stalling and get on with the chapter lol no need to shout, enjoy :')

Chapter Nine

"Jake!" I shout, rushing from room to room. Nothing. I search all the bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs before rushing back downstairs. Tears clouding my sight. Oh Jake, I'm sorry. I sit down on the bottom step of the stairs and put my head in my hands, surrendering to the tears. "Jake," I sob. My whole body begins to tremble as the reality of what has happened sinks in. Someones taken my son. The door. I brush the tears out my eyes and walk over to the door, the lock is perfectly intact. They had a key? Or a picklock. "Jake where are you?" I whisper as more tears begin to fall. I drag my phone ouf of my jeans pocket and call Carol who answers on the second ring. I clear my throat before speaking, trying to disguise my worry. "Erm hey, have you been to my house today?" I ask, praying she'll say yes and that Jake's with her. "Er no dear. Why?" she asks, sounding puzzled. Jake. "Its nothing, I'll call you later." I hang up without waiting for a response and force myself to remain calm. But Carol's the only person with a key to my door? Why did I leave him here alone? I am a bad parent. I left my three year old son all alone. Again. I dial 999 and hold the phone to my ear, "What emergency service do you require?" I immediately ask for the police and wait for the call to be transferred. Minutes later a woman appears at the other end, "Hello how can I help you?"

"My son, i-i-" I break into tears and sink back down to the floor, allowing my entire body to shake as tears stream down my cheeks. "Calm down sir, what happened to your son?" I take a deep shaky breath and explain what happened. Not bothering to hide the fact I left a three year old at home alone. I don't care what people think of me I just want my son back. "Okay sir, we've got your number and we'll call if we hear anything. I suggest just staying in the house and seeing if he shows up."

"Okay," I whisper. Okay. That was the last word he said to me. Okay. "Jake," I scream, tearing my hands along the wall. Blood drips from my hand but I ignore it and focus on the pain in my heart. "My baby boy," I whimper and sink to the floor. Tears completely clouding my vision. No, I can't just sit around and wait for someone to stumble upon his body. I have to find him. Not bothering to put a coat on I drag the door open and jog to the end of the driveway, not even wasting enough time to shut the door behind me. I sprint down the road, checking every bush, every inch of grass, beneath every car. Nothing. Rain starts pouring down but I barely acknowledge it. Where is he? I jog back to my driveway and run the other way. "Jake?" I shout over the noise of the rain, I slow to a jog as I reach Subway, empty inside. I quicken back up to a run and keep heading straight, through an alleyway and out the opposite side into an open field of grass. The place is completely abandoned. Shit where are you Jake? I drop to my knees in a mess of tears and mud. "Are you okay darling?" an elderly voice inquires from behind and I spin around to see an old woman in a blue raincoat staring at me, a concerned look etched into her caring elderly face. "No," I whisper. "Have you seen a small boy with blond hair? Golden eyes?" she shakes her head with a comforting smile. "Sorry dear, you're the only person I've ever seen with golden eyes." I just nod and stare down at the tarmac ground that's digging into my knees. But I deserve it. "Come on, I live just down here i'll make you a nice cup of hot chocolate." I reluctantly nod and stand up, following her back down the street. We stop outside a tall brick house and she leads the way inside. The house is nice and warm with a soft scent of mint and lavender. "You just take a seat in there darling and I'll get started on some drinks," I nod and walk into the room she had pointed towards. Immediately feeling as if I've been transported back in time. Antique plates and pottery are dotted around the room, accompanied by dark bookshelves and a small piano. I take a seat on a dark leather couch at the other end of the room and cover my face with my hands. Jake's out there somewhere, freezing cold and terrified and here I am sitting in a nice warm house waiting for some hot chocolate. Bad parent springs to mind. I should've just stayed at home, at least then I would've known if he got back or if someone had found him. Wait. I take my phone out my pocket and ring the house phone. I let it ring for a few minutes before ending the call. "So dear, what's wrong?" the old woman asks gently, walking into the room and handing me a steaming cup of hot chocolate with hundreds of mini marshmallows stacked up on top. She takes a seat next to me and sips her cup of tea, patiently waiting for me to start talking. "My son, I left him at home and then when I got back he wasn't, he wasn't-" a tear rolls down my cheek and briskly brush it away. "I'm sure he's fine dear," she smiles reassuringly.

"I'm a bad parent," I whisper, horrified. She tuts and shakes her head, placing a warm hand on my shoulder. "No you're not. Not many people I know would go searching about in this weather no matter who they had lost," she smiles, her soothing blue eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, "You're a very good parent who makes mistakes between doing what is best for your child, and what your child wants you to do," I frown, trying to digest all these words. "would you like a Biscuit?" she randomly blurts out, I shake my head and she shrugs slightly before standing up and walking out. I pick my phone up off the cushion beside me and ring my house phone again. My heart skips a beat when it answers. But noone says anything. "Hel-" I start but the line goes dead. Shit. Whoever has Jake is in my house. Without so much as a thank you I stand up and sprint out the house, ignoring the freezing rain and chilly wind I finally reach my driveway. The front door is shut, even though I left it open. Without wasting so much as a second to stay and consider tactics I barge through the front door to be greeted by silence. Wet footprints are trodden into the carpet, I follow them carefully until I bump into someone. I raise my eyes to stare into familiar green ones. "Brody?" I mutter in disbelief, he gives me a strange look. "Where's Jake?" I push him against the corridor wall, fist raised and ready to bust his nose wide open. "Woah bro what you doin? Hes right there." he nods to the left and I turn to see Jake standing in the living room doorway. "Jake," I sob, letting go of Brody and rushing over to pick him up. "Oh Jake. I'm so sorry," tears start streaming down my cheeks again as I kiss his cheek, clutching him to my chest. "I just took him to Subway," Brody explains, "I skipped school to come and see you but you weren't in and the little guy said he was hungry so..." he trails off and I turn to him, still holding Jake. "How did you get in?" he gives me a strange look as if its a trick question. "Dex, you gave me a key when you first moved in." Oh. Of course. I nod as the memory comes back and go back to cuddling Jake. "I was so worried Jake," I whisper, "I thought someone had taken you," he smiles up at me and lightly pecks my cheek. "Love you daddy,"