Chapter 4
It was the day of the kidnapping. Dan had to wait in the car because of his shattered foot. He fittled with his thumbs while waiting for John and Micheal to come back with the kids. He shifted in his seat and pulled the photo of Gabe,Tabby,and CeCe out of his jeans pocket.He stared at the kids in the picture and wondered why he agreed to do this. He took a deep breath as he saw Micheal and John come out of the old fashioned blue house dragging the scared kids behind them. Dan closed his eyes. Remember your family. He thought to himself. I opened my eyes as Micheal opened the car door and shoved the kids inside and thrust himself in next to them. Next John took his seat as driver and we took off. I angled myself so I could see the kids. They had shrunched up there faces and were oozing tears of fright. I really felt bad for them. After all they were being taken away from there home by strangers and had no clue what would happen to them and again I was wondering why I was doing this. Finally after four or five minutes the car stopped. But we weren't in yet. Micheal got out of the car and went up to a huge gate and unlocked it so the car could get through. John hadn't showed me the place where we were going to keep the kids yet. But he said that they couldn't get out and was he right! Around the property there was a tall brick wall and in the middle sat a sad looking house. It was painted a greyish color and clearly had not been used in awile. We pulled up in front of the house. I climbed out of the car and herded the kids up the steps of the house. John was in the lead because he was the only one who was here before. We went through a dim hallway and at the very last door he ordered the kids inside. He shut the door and locked it.
"Well" He said "The hard part is done."
I nodded. "What are we going to do in the mean time?" I asked.
John shrugged. "You know just play cards and maybe watch TV." He replyed. It all sounded normal. I longed for normal and after this nothing will ever be normal again. When I get married and have kids, everytime I look at my kids I will remember what I did. Its going to haunt me for eternity. I shook my head to refocus.
"What are these kids last names?" I asked.
"Romanov" John answered.
"What is that?" I questioned " Because its not American is it?"
John waved his arm at me. "I think its Russian but why does there last name matter?"
I shrugged "I was just curious." I told him. Again I pulled out the photo of Gabe,Tabby, and CeCe. They all had perfectly straight blonde hair and a gleam of confidence in each of there eyes. They didn't have that gleam when I saw them. I frowned at the photo and put in away. I sighed and wondered through the empty house. There really wasn't much to see. A few mice sniffing around and moldly furniture. I sat down in a chair missing one arm rest. Did these kids really deserve to pay for what their brother did? I knew the answer to that.
No.
I pounded on the chair in anger. The other arm rest fell off. I got up and kicked the broken arm rest. I kicked it till I had all my anger drained. I know I shouldn't fear Jack anymore. I should fear myself.
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