KIDNAPPED, CHAPTER 2 C2012 JoJo
CHAPTER 2
“Son, I know everything looks really bad right now,” the cop says in a gentle voice. “But trust me – it will work itself out if you give it time.”
I pull away in a rage. “No it won’t! How can anything ever be alright again? My mother and father are criminals! They are in jail and will likely be there for a very long time, for what they did!”
“Yes son, I know,” he murmured. “But your real parents are waiting at the Police Station to take you in. Do you know how desperately they looked for you Johnny? They never gave up, because they love you with all their hearts.”
“They can’t have loved me much to have allowed my … mother to kidnap me. How come they didn’t stop her from taking me?”
“You were in a pram with your real mother in a supermarket. The man you called your father, snatched your Mom’s handbag, distracting her long enough for his wife to snatch you out of the pram and run out of the store. This could’ve happened to anyone Johnny, and your real Mom has tormented herself about it for 12 years.”
“Is this supposed to be making me feel better, because it isn’t! How could … my parents …. do this? How could they? How would you feel if this had happened to you?”
The cop sighed. “I’d feel as devastated about it as you do,” he murmured. “Come on Johnny, let’s go to the Police Station – your parents have waited 12 years for this moment, and I don’t think it’s fair to keep them waiting any longer than we can help.”
We walk out to his car. I notice that the rear of the car is a cage and pull back. “Johnny, you will sit in the front seat with me,” the cop said. “Back seat is for the bad guys, not the good guys.” Scowling I yank open the door and get in. Leaning over the cop pulls out the seat belt and fastens it around me. I sit looking stonily ahead, feeling as if I am going to explode with all the pain, hurt, confusion and rage churning inside. Suddenly I find myself retching. Concerned the cop pulls to the curb, and I open the door, making a dash for the curb where I violently throw up, over and over again. He gets out of the car and stands beside me, his arm around my shoulders holding me tightly.
“There there son,” he murmurs gently. “Let it all out lad.”
When it’s over, he hands me a handkerchief and I wipe my face. Silently, I get back into the car and once again, he secures my seat belt.
I am drained, empty.
I want to hate the man and woman I’d called “Mom” and “Dad.” Hate them with every fibre of my being. But I can’t. I love them, just as I know they have always loved me.
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This is a horrendous experience from all sides – the anguish of the parents not knowing where their son is, and the poor boy finding out his life has been a lie – a great deal to come to terms with. Fortunately when my son went missing we found him the same day, but his life has been drastically changed by the experience. My heart goes out to all parents who have missing children – may they find peace xoxox
I can only imagine how dreadful it must’ve been for you and your family when your son went missing, foreveryoung. Every parent’s nightmare. I’m so glad he was found the same day, but those few hours he was missing must’ve been absolutely appalling.
Thanks for your comment.
Wow. Powerful stuff. Looking forward to the next installment.
Thanks so much sunflower – I hope to write more about this lad and his trials in coming to terms with his life.
I know this iss based on real news within memory or, if not, parallels it. But to climb inside the mind and psyche of a child in these circumstances is a true tour de force that flows from a wellspring of love, tenderness, pain and caring you must have in you; you couldn’t write this otherwise. Got to be one of the best of the best in the rich stew of SC. TY dear lady!
Thanks so much OldBull – coming from you, I know it’s high praise indeed, and I really appreciate it especially knowing what a fantastic writer you yourself are.
Thanks again SO MUCH!
Thanks jo jo ,.What a great writer you are. I guess most of us know the terror of losing a child at a shopping centre , or anywhere for that matter, even for a few minutes. Hope you are feeling better every day. Cag xxx
Thanks so much for your comment Cag – losing a child is every parent’s nightmare, I absolutely agree, and I am trying to write it from the kidnapped child’s perspective which must be equally dreadful.
I am supposed to have a stent in my second blocked artery on the 27th, and will be going for my pre-med exam tomorrow morning. Please wish me luck.