23rd December, 1998
Lana Rawlings, dark haired just like her father was tall and very pretty. At sixteen years of age, she was in her first year in senior high school.
Though most people referred to her as the "first daughter", she didn't know the significance until she got older. Her relationship with her friends became strained all in the name of protecting her. If only they knew how much she hated it.
Sometimes, she wished she could be allowed to go out, have fun with her friends, party just like teenagers do but she knew her father was not going to allow it. It was like a dream come true when her father informed her that she would be attending the Christmas party she's been invited to, at least it would give her an opportunity to make some friends.
"Dad is just too protective, I'm not a baby anymore" she muttered
Her thoughts were disturbed by a light knock on her door.
"Come in".
"Good morning honey. Did you sleep well?" First lady Samantha said.
"Yes mum, I did"Lana said, giving her mother a beautiful smile.
"Darling, I was worried a bit because you woke up quite late. Its past ten already".
"Is it, wow time flies" Lana said.
"Yes dear, so go brush your teeth and come have breakfast" her mum said.
"OK mum, lord knows I'm starved".
"I'll be downstairs" first lady Samantha said before making her way out of the room.
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"Where's dad? I haven't seen him this morning" Lana asked, munching on her breakfast.
"He's still upstairs, he has the rest of the week off".
"Oh ok, he's been working so hard".
"Yes.He's had a really stressful week, barely sleeping and all".
"Yeah, it ain't easy to be a president".
"That reminds me. Lana, honey we'll get your party clothes tomorrow and I wasn't sure which colour you'd prefer; Blue or purple?."
"Purple mom, always purple" Lana said, smiling with cheeks stuffed with food.
"I thought as much, hurry up with your food so we'll go get your shoes today"her mum said while tapping her phone.
"Mum don't bother about shoes, I've got over a hundred pairs I haven't even used".
"That's a little bit of an exaggeration don't you think" her mum said.
"Well its kind of accurate" Lana said.
"Ok, I guess you'll make do with the ones you have right?".
"Yes they are perfect" lana said, while clearing her plates.
"Alright, now you've finished, what would you like to do today".
"I'll just go upstairs, maybe read a little".
"Oh no young lady, you're going out with me today".
"Really, thanks mum" she said, grinning from ear to ear."so where are we going".
"You choose"her mum said,smiling.
"I'll like to go to the cinema".
"Oh Lana, you know we can easily watch whatever movie we want here".
"Mum, I want to watch it with people other than you and dad, I'm never allowed to go out. Its not fair" she pouted.
"Alright honey, go get dressed. The cinema it is".
"Really, thanks mum. You're the best" she said, while rushing upstairs to go get ready.
"You're welcome honey. I'll be waiting" her mum said.
With a joyful heart she got ready, unaware of the disaster approaching.
24th December, 1998In an old abandoned warehouse, downtown Washington D.C housed one of the most deadliest terrorist group. This group was responsible for so many notorious activities sometimes targeted at places of interest or people who had in one time or the other had some form of disagreement with.The group was headed by a man; Joel Gustav, a dangerous man. 'JG' as he was fondly called by his close allies was in his late forties, heavily bearded, tall and built and he spoke with a thick German accent. He was a lone man, having no wife or children.JG's eyes are like no one else's. At first, you'll think they're utterly devoid of colour, a pale grey that reminds you of a winter sky about to unleash a truly biblical storm, but if you look long enough, there is the faintest hint of blue there.Just enough blue to give you some sort of forlorn hope, just before he crushes it completely.He was a man of power not only did he control the most fear
25th December, 1998Day of DisasterThe White HouseLanaI woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said. "Merry Christmas honey. How was your night?"dad said. "It was fine thanks". "I see you're excited about today" mum said, giving me a big smile. "So excited" I grinned. "Well, you know you won't be leaving without an escort" dad said. "I know dad" I said, feeling slightly annoyed. "And there is g
26th December, 1998The White HousePresident Freddie RawlingsI knew it, I just knew it. Its been over five hours since the party ended and I haven't seen my daughter. I tried contacting the Williams but it kept going to their voicemail. By now, I was beyond frustrated and absolutely had no idea what to do.Just then, one of the secret service agents- agent Dylan rushed in panting heavily. "Mr president, we've just received word that the Christmas party the first daughter is attending has been hijacked and she's been kidnapped to an undisclosed location". " What!" I shouted, knocking my chair over. "Report reaching us now is that no fewer than twenty persons have been confirmed dead including agents harry and bob" agent Dylan said,with voice so strained. "How did this happen?" Saman
27th December, 19981254 Golden StreetPresident Freddie RawlingsI was currently at the address Joel said I should meet him at.Alone. Earlier, having discovered who Joel was I decided to keep that discovery to myself at least for my daughter's sake. I had a fake moustache and a black cap shielding part of my eyes to avoid passers by wondering what on earth their president was doing in such a place without an escort.It was a miracle that I managed to escape from the white house without any of the security agents knowing. Somehow, agent dylan who was present when joel's call came in decided to keep this meeting a secret.It was twenty minutes past six, Joel was late and by now I was already restless. I was just heading back to my car, calling it quits when a voice said from behind. "I wouldn't try that if I were you". Startled, I came face to f
28th December, 1998The White HouseFirst Lady SamanthaRawlingsIt's been three days, three days since Lana was kidnapped.To say that I was devastated would be an understatement, I was crushed. At times, different thoughts run through my mind. I can't afford to lose my daughter to those terrorists. Freddie has been acting strange since he returned from the meeting with Joel. Whenever I approach the issue, he finds it difficult to look me in the eye and always tries to dodge any question I ask him. I have a feeling he is hiding something and I intend to find out what it is. ************************************"Darling, you still haven't told me how your meeting with JG went" I said, leaning on the kitchen door drinking my usual black coffee. "Its nothing really. All I kno
28th December, 1998(mid day)The WarehouseLanaI woke up with a start, having no idea where I was. I was blindfolded and gagged. I tried adjusting my sitting position but I was rewarded with a severe pain. I felt hopeless as tears ran down my eyes. I didn't know who these men were, I only hoped my parents were working on my release because I didn't want to spend another day in this evil place.Just then, the door burst open as I heard footsteps approaching. The blindfold was roughly pulled away as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light in the room. Two heavily built men with masks covering their faces stared down at me with menacing eyes. "The boss wants you" one of the men said, in a hoarse voice as the other removed my binds.I was led to a well furnished living room with floor to ceiling windows, the most beautiful chandelier I had ever seen and an indoor pool at my far r
30th December, 1998Undisclosed LocationFirst Lady Samantha Rawlings"James, I've got a job for you" I said as I nervously picked my nails. What I was about to do was a taboo, a first lady shouldn't be seen with a hooligan as James.James Roberts is one of the most dangerous men in the United States, wanted for various crimes. Its still a mystery he hasn't been caught. Not only is he smart, but also very devious. A tall lean man with heavy beards and stormy blue eyes, he could have been one of the most handsome men in the country except for his dark heart and the only thing;James Roberts was a killer.We went to school together but we weren't really close until he dropped out along the way and I never heard from him until I searched him up and found him.A native of Detroit, he grew up in the slums and mostly survived on odd jobs. When he couldn't take the hardship any longer, he ventured into
30th December, 1998The WarehouseLanaHe took me to a well furnished room. A Queen size bed stood at the center of the room, a standing mirror was attached to the wall and to complement it gold tiles adorned the floor giving it a regal look. "I hope you like it miss Lana" JG said. "Its fine...Why do I have this room?. I mean, I'm a prisoner here and clearly this room is something else" I said. Chuckling, he said; "Beautiful you mean. Just know that I have no grudges against you. I'm only keeping you here until your father settles his debt". "You keep speaking of a debt, if its monetary I can easily repay as I've got some money stashed away. Any amount at all Mr Gustav" I pleaded.He laughed, a booming laugh which temporarily caught me off guard. I never knew such a dangerous man had the spiri