"So, son, what have you been up to? Have you decided where you will study?"
"Yes, dad, I was considering Harvard."
"Good son, you always knew where you were heading in life."
Angela's dad glanced at her as she rolled her eyes, "So young lady, it is day one. Have you decided where you will be going?"
Angela nods; that's good said her dad; where have you decided to go? She wanted to say away from your sad face, bite her tongue, and give off a fake smile.
"I have decided to go to campus."
"The intelligent choice, young lady," said her dad.
There was silence for a moment when there was a knock on the door, "who could that be here so early." said her dad; go get the door, son.
Jack walked over to the door, "Hello, officer."
"Good day, young lad. Is your name Jack?"
"Yes," said Jack frowning, wondering how the cop knew his name, "would you mind if I ask you a few questions relating to the disappearance of Nicole?"
Mr. Fox overheard the officer and stood up,
"Jack does not answer that." His father exclaimed.
Walking over to the door in his grey suit, the officer raised his eyebrows when seeing Mr. Fox; the cops recognized him well since he had multiple cops suspended for not having sufficient evidence of the accused violating the law; he was visionary and a fast thinker,
When the cop saw Mr. Fox, he knew he had to have his facts together for this visit.
"Good morning, Sir, I am sorry for disturbing you, but the reason," "hurry up," said Mr. Fox; Angela had hated how her dad spoke down to her, "Officer Jerry, why are you on my doorstep at this hour?"
The officer gulped; "well, I do apologize, Sir. Still, I am here because," he pulled out a photo of a young girl aged sixteen or seventeen. She had red hair and ocean blue eyes with pale light skin.
"This girl went missing two days ago, and your son was the last person speaking to her;" just then, another officer came walking from the car.
The second cop immediately recognized Mr. Fox, the best lawyer in town; his interrogation tactics were unlike any other. "So you are telling me that because my son was last seen with this girl, you have the right to question him?"
The one cop looked over to the other, "No, Mr. Fox, but "then what are you doing here?"
"We hope your son can help us by directing us where she might be?"
"Where she might be?"
"So you want my son to do your job?"
Jack walked to the door, "dad, it's fine."
"Go back to the table and finish your breakfast."
"I know how this goes; you guys will keep coming back looking for answers; my son has nothing to say to you, officer Jerry."
"But sir, if your son could help us, we could be saving a life?"
"So you are telling me she was kidnapped or taken, not missing, do have reason to believe this is an abduction due to circumstantial evidence you have come across, but you are not getting anywhere."
"Now you want to pin the blame on someone to close the case; that is why you are here, right officer Jerry?"
If the law were breakable, you would interrogate my son without my consent or acknowledgment, which is why you asked if his parents were here.
"No, sir, do have a good day." said the official, realizing they were not going to be able to speak to Jack.
Angela looked out of the window; it was a beautiful day; the layer covering the atmosphere had an aura of brightness as the light flickered through it and reached the earth's surface, making it scorching.
The sun finding its way from the horizon to the summit of the sky, pierced its lucid sunlight to the people, making their faces plastered with an eerie glow, squinting eyes, and glittered demeanor.
The birds are soaring high with zeal and zest; it could bring courage to even a derelict in the search for betterment in its life.
Angela stood up from the table and helped her mother. Her dad had left, and she had finally had a chance to speak to her mom, "are you okay, honey?" said her mother; "I am sorry, but maybe;" Angela looked at her mother's face and noticed a blue mark beneath her eye, "he hit you again didn't he"
Her mother is beautiful in all aspects. Her smile shines like the sun at sunrise; she has black hair with shimmering sprays of white, long, and smooth curls like noodle spaghetti. Her eyes are black and round, filled with love even though one eye is blue; when she laughs, you can see a beautiful love on the side of her cheek.
Her mom is of average height; she has large eyelashes and figured eyebrows. Her lips are thick with a sparkle of pink; her nose is medium and much defined. Her ears are rounded and neither too large nor too small, 'normal.' Her face is generally smooth with a bit of wrinkle on her forehead but beautiful still. She is of a robust constitution but with nice curves.
She looked a lot like Angela, and as for Jack, he looked a lot like his dad; Angela used her index finger to remove mom's hair from her face, "why do you allow him to do this to you, mom?" "Well, it's not as if food will magically appear on the table; he is a good man. He had troubles in his past that he is still dealing with, but things will improve."
"No, mom, he will keep hitting you for as long as possible because he's a coward." "That's enough, Angela; you shall not speak like that about your dad." "I heard everything, mom, last night about him not being my dad."
"You were not supposed to hear that, honey." said her mother attempting to lean in and hold her, Angela turned a cold shoulder, turning her back to her mom, "well, I did hear it, mom, and I wish you had told me, than me having to hear it while he kept on hitting you."
Her mother walked over to the kitchen table, looking out the window, "where is your brother Jack?" "He is in his room, mom."
"It should never have happened, and your dad won't ever forgive me for what has happened, Mike was his best friend, and he came around often; your dad was drunk and left the house, I was vulnerable and alone, and Mike was there and," her mom paused, "anyway. What made you change your mind about going to campus? Is it something you want to do?"
"I do not have much choice, and it will give me a break from this house, especially with everything that has happened; I had made up my mind last night."
"As much as I will miss you, I want the best for you in life, so this is the right decision."
Angela smiled; "I need clothes and toiletries."
"We can drive into town later and get those things."
Her mother never spoke about what had happened to Jeremy, their dad was a great guy and always outgoing, a family man, but after what happened to Jeremy, he started drinking more often and staying out late.
Jenny knew he was cheating on her with the Secretary with all the lipstick and perfumes on his clothes, she had confronted him, and he denied it.
He went into his lawyer's defense mechanism mode and turned on her saying she had a guilty conscience of Mike, which is why she always accused him.
Jenny stopped loving her husband long ago, and he knew she had, which is why he was frustrated with his life.
Angela went upstairs to her bedroom and walked over to the window when she saw a suspicious-looking vehicle opposite the street. Angela then took her phone and snapped a picture of it; it was an old Cadillac with two gentlemen in formal wear; they looked like they were detectives. They were looking at the house; what would they want with her brother?
Why were they suspecting Jack? Thought Angela, as she remembered the incident with Nicole; her eyes were a fire in water if you can imagine such a thing. They were passionate about ice. So even on first meeting Angela, she'd be a friend for life, never dominating nor submitting, but a companion who walks freely alongside. And that she was and more.
They were close in school, but as they both grew older, they never communicated much until Angela learned that her brother and Nicole were in a relationship, that is when she started to come more around to the house, and they would spend more time together.
Jack and Nicole had broken up months ago, but they remained friends; she was in a relationship with a famous footballer. That is why Angela found it rather strange for the cops to suspect her brother.
Jack was shaken by this visit and realized that Nicole's disappearance was severe. He went to their favorite hang-out spot, and they spent a lot of time by the train; one particular hang-out spot was on the roof of the train; although Nicole was no longer his priority, deep down, he still cared about her well-being. Angela heard the door downstairs opening and shutting close, she looked through the bedroom window where she saw Jack wearing a hoody with a neon dragon on the back, and she noticed the Cadillac had started to follow her brother. Angela then climbed into her old mom's old sedan and followed the Cadillac; the guy in the passenger seat was taking pictures; why were they suspecting her brother, 'well, whatever is happening, Angela needs to warn her brother. Angela took her cell phone and called her brother, he was in her eyesight, and she saw Jack taking the phone from his pocket, looking at it, and putting it back. "Dammit, Jack." Angela wanted to accelerate and overtak
"It's fine, Chloe; these assholes think they will get away with hurting you, but that is not going to happen." A friend of Joey's noticed something the other guys had not known, the guy with the gun had a dollar sign tattooed on his neck. Tom, "let it go;" Jimmy had known that Joey came from a rural area with gangsters. Joey's upbringing was not easy, having a drug addict of a father. The tattoo was more than just an ordinary tattoo; it was a rank, "these guys have been in and out of prison, and the dollar sign was a ranking of twenty-six. The number twenty-six was high ranking amongst other prisoners, indicating they do not fear returning to prison. The guy with the tattoo, who was six feet grabbed Jimmy and pushed him to the window, then removed his gun. The train stopped by the next station, and people ran out as the train reached a standstill. "Hey, man, let him go." Said Joey; the other two men, surprisingly, also had guns; Joey had noticed the tattoo of the other two guys
Angela stood up and got ready for the day ahead. Today she was leaving the house; little did everyone know she had money saved up enough money to start a new life. The money she saved she had saved up was her online sales of lingerie; Angela had been doing this since she was eleven and had a mind of an entrepreneur. Jack was Loafing around the house all day; he is due to start college next month. The disappearance of Nicole had everyone on eggshells; there were all sorts of rumors and speculations. The detective had a suspicion that Jack had something to do with it. As for his dad, he had slowly started to believe his son was hiding something, but like any other parent, he would protect his family. It had been three days; as Angela glanced out of her window, She saw the detectives opposite the road, "Jack, she shouted from her room; those detectives are still out there. Jack walked over to the window; he had seen the car parked there. "Are you sure you had nothing to do with her
"What are you telling me? How did I raise an idiot like you? I had known you had something to do with the disappearance of Nicole. Who’s idea was it to get rid of the body?" Mr. Fox rolled up his sleeves as Jack stood by the kitchen sink. “Do you realize everything I worked so hard for would be all for nothing? When they convict you, you won't see the light of day again.” Mr. Fox ran his hand over his beard, thinking as he paced up and down, "So you were not driving?" Jack shook his head; “Rick was driving;” Jack nodded, "you still never told me whose idea it was to dispose of the body." Jack looked down, "Mine, dad." Mr. Fox then walked calmly behind Jack, suddenly placed his arm over his neck, and started to choke. "dammit, you are a bigger idiot than I thought you were.” Mrs. Fox placed her hand over his shoulder. "Let go of Jack" Angela stood in shock, watching her dad's outburst, not daring to speak up, knowing her father might run up to her and start fighting with her. He
The dawn chorus is the herald of spring. It starts with a lonely, serenading minstrel, usually a blackbird. She is clear and harmonious, as fresh and sweet as the gardens she will later raid. In the neighboring tree, her saucy fanfare dares others to match their salsa song of the canopy. The competition rouses them from their slumber, opening their beaks to the heavens. The avian aria slowly becomes a fugue, bouncing through bough and bower. The lilting majesty of their song cascades into open spaces, through glassy windows, and onto the smiling lips of the dreamers within. Spring is here. What are the triggers for the comforting cannon of tree music? Is the lace of morning fog slowly receding as the months roll by? Is it the gently unfurling flowers, velour soft and receptive to warmth? Is it the baked oven smell of grass as the sun purges it of water? It is this and more. It is the world moving from iron grey to fairyland–green. It is the spools of lambs' wool hanging from straggly
“No, that can't be. It was barely a week ago when I saw my Mom; what happened to her?” Angela Questioned. She had a heart attack. It felt like the world had consumed her; everything crumbled down. For a moment, she thought its some sick prank relating to the call she had received earlier. Then her brother Jack came and took the phone. "How did this happen? Mom was healthy and fine." Jack was crying; It was midnight when she passed away. "How is dad handling it?" "He looks fine." "I wonder if he had something to do with it, that son of a.” Angela paused; what if he heard on the other end? Her brother needed her, and she would stay strong for them both, "how are you holding up? Are those detectives still trailing you?" "Yes, they are still outside," "Jack, you will have to come clean, sooner or later. Have you searched for her?" “Yes, I have; she is nowhere to be found.” "What about up the river?" "We were there also." "Who are we, Jack? Those detectives are watching you l
“What are you saying?” “You heard me loud and clear." The guy holding the knife to Jack's throat said; Jack slowly reached to the back of his leather jacket and pulled out a 9mm pistol, pointing it to the monster's head, as the four guys ran off, dropping their weapons. The Leather jacket he was wearing was the one his sister had gotten him for his birthday; after losing his mother and the girl he had once loved, fear never struck him. He walked in areas, not an average man would walk through; people had been shot and stabbed. Jack was driving through the area on his motorbike when he heard a woman screaming. For a moment, he thought it was Nicole. Jack turned to the side and saw a group of guys mugging a woman. Without hesitation, he drove up to the Alley. Thats when the man let go of the woman and approached him. "You know we charge people for driving through this neighborhood?" The guy had a dagger tattoo on his neck with
"Jack, slow you down far up ahead." They are walking through an umber-brown, ancient forest. It reeked of age. Its woody incense was from centuries of snapping branches crashing to the forest's floor and rotting silently. The composting, organic smell rose in waves like a vapor. Every sprawling tree we passed under reminded me of a watchful guardian, a silent sentinel of the groves. Jack and Rick decided to venture deeper into the tangled heart of this ancient forest. “I hope to find Nicole.” The deeper they went into the woods, the more it revealed its dark secrets to them; the sounds of the unknown creatures surrounding them as it echoed like a surround sound system playing through an open room, hardened leaves cracking like crushed chips in a sealed packet. The further Jack and Rick went, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Massive roots spread-eagled the ground, twisting like the great backs of sea dinosaurs. The foliage became thick and lush, f