Operation Revenge

Chapter Fourty-Six: Messages From Teachers

I'm dressed in a grey t-shirt and denim maternity skinny jeans. I was getting stuff down around the house since Joey is at school, and Tad's mom has Cade for a few hours. I had just thrown a load of laundry into the washer when my phone dinged with a text notification. I went over and grabbed my phone figuring it was Gina and that Cade needed something. It wasn't.

** Text Messages**

Mrs. James- Hey, Kens! I hope everything is okay with the baby, your sister came and picked Joey up early. Said that you were bleeding and wanted him there with you in case something was wrong with the baby... Get better soon and please let me know if everyone is okay and if there is anything I can do!

I stood there frozen, reading and re-reading Mrs. James texts. Mrs. James is Joey's teacher and she's become a friend of mine.

What the hell is she talking about?! I don't have a sister and i'm definitely not bleeding... Then it hit me. NO, no, no! I swear if this bitch has my kid... I quickly texted her back.

Me- I don't have a sister...and I'm not bleeding...nothing is wrong with the baby. Who took my son? What did she look like?

Mrs. James- Oh God... I don't know!

Mrs. James- She was about 5'8" and had blonde hair and blue eyes...

** End Text Messages **

Oh God! This can't be happening! I felt myself starting to hyperventilate and i quickly dialed Tadley's number. He answered after a couple rings.

"Hey, babe. I can't talk i'm in a meeting, i'll have to call you back." He answered.

"Tadley.... She has our son!" I completely ignored his statement and rush on.

"What? Babe, calm down! Breathe..." He said trying to get me to calm down enough for him to understand me. But there was no calming down. Not until i have my son back safely.

"I can't fucking breathe, Tadley, the fucking bitch went and took our son out of school claiming to be my sister and saying i needed her to pick him up because i was bleeding and something was wrong with the baby." I rushed out frantically.

"Are you sure?" He questioned his voice shaking in concern.

"YES! I don't have time for this, i have to find him!" I exclaimed.

"Don't do anything, i'm calling the cops and i'm coming home." I hung up the phone and started pacing the floor. I tried getting my breathing under control and ran my hand through my hair in frustration. I can't do this, i can't stand around and do nothing when i don't know if my son is okay... I don't know if this bitch is hurting him or not..... Then it hit me...

His phone!

I got him a phone for emergency use only, i told him to keep it on him at all times and i have the location set up so i can see where he is at all times. I know that sounds a little over the top but i'm always scared something bad will happen to my babies and this just proves i made the right decision.

I quickly looked up his location and grabbed my keys and ran out of the house and to my car. I hooked my GPS up and typed in the address he's at and i sped off. I know this is probably a really dumb thing to do, especially pregnant, but i can't just sit around not knowing what's happening to my baby. I need to find him and get him home safely...and beat that bitches ass while i'm at it! I know people are going to be pissed at me for putting myself and my unborn child in danger like this, but only mother's will understand. Only real mother's would understand. You do anything to protect your babies.