(Chapter 2) Larry: Now the part I hadn't quite told you aboutA Chapter by AnonymousThe summer of my fourteenth my father had planned a visit to Kingston. He was extremely busy, so I was lucky to see him and it happened to be his first visit since Easter that year. His business was doing fantastic, already in the top ten of the richest men in Britain, so no wonder he was busy. I was eager to see him, despite my anger towards him for leaving me with mother, he was still my father after all and I still loved him even after what he did. I had a comfort with him unlike mother. But the problem was... he never came. Apparently he had landed in Britain and had even arrived in Kingston. The police had traced his phone after he went missing, but no sign of him at all. Three years later and I’m still reminded of his disappearance every day, new news stories breaking out with various theories and stories of what happened to him. He was after all one of the richest in Britain, possibly the world. I knew none of it was true and I hadn’t a clue what happened to him. I didn’t understand why he never came to visit or why he went away. At first I thought it was me but when possible stories of murder or kidnapping got involved I no longer knew what to think. All I wanted was my father back, why was that so hard? To make matters even worse, a year later, summer of my fifteenth, Ashley also went missing. I was wrong about the time when I was nine and the day my father told me
I was going to America without Ashley and I had said that was the biggest
tantrum of my life. The day she went missing, most definitely tops them all. I just broke down. Which I’ll remind you, isn’t
easy for a guy to say. But this was different, this was my friend my best friend, my Ashley and she was gone. I searched for days, I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand why history was repeating itself or why life decided to be cruel or why she was taken away from me. I didn’t understand why we deserved this. I just wanted her back, why was that so hard? I decided to blank out any possibilities of murder or kidnap; I wanted to remind myself that she would be happy, that she’s in a better place somewhere. Yes I was in denial and yes I was completely breaking down, but I had no other choice, I just no longer knew what to do. I snapped out and remembered I was talking to
mother. Don’t end up like them. The
words raged in my mind. Keep
your cool. “I’m not coming home. Bye.” I hung up and placed my phone back on silent into my front pocket. © 2012 AnonymousAuthor's Note
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