The second time around (Sequel to its not love)

By: IceBreaker

Chapter 12,

chapter 12: Missing



My dad paced around me and Nate’s bedroom glaring at everything he looked at as he held the phone to his ear. “No, I want the whole goddamn state searched.”

Lindsey looked to me while she rubbed my back. I couldn’t cry anymore. My tears were all dried up and mascara ran down my cheeks down to my chin.

Nate and Sean were out searching while Carl was also on the phone.

Leah was on the other side of me holding my left hand and was in tears also.

“The whole goddamn state, Leonard!” My dad yelled.

I just stared straight to the wall. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t say a word. But I knew who did it. But would she really go this far?

She burned down my house, fucked up my car but would she really kidnap my babies just because she’s pissed at me?

Dad put his phone is his pocket and sighed as his eyes slowly met mine. “We’ll fucking find them. I promise, baby.” He said and I looked to him.

I nodded slowly.

“What happened again?” Lindsey asked. Her eyes were red from tears and her voice shook.

“I had them sleeping with me in my room. Bought cribs the day they arrived, and then I heard a big bang. I woke up, I looked in the cribs. They were gone. I grabbed my gun from under my pillow, went searching for them, not a sign. But….there were…..drops of blood throughout the goddamn place.”

Blood? Oh no. I buried my head into my hands and cried quietly to myself.

Carl snapped his phone shut. “I have people looking for them also. We’ll find them, Jenna.”

How could this happen? How could she go this goddamn far? These are my fucking kids! The bitch is really asking for it now.

I hear a phone vibrates and Lindsey answers it.

“Here she go.” She taps the phone against my hand and I get up and take the phone. I walk through the hallway, then downstairs to the living room. “Hello?” I asked sniffing.

“Any sign?” Nate’s voice broke and it made me even more emotional. I shook my head. “No.” I squeaked.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

“You didn’t find anything? Not even a trace?” I asked.

“Nothing, but I’ll never stop looking.”

Balie. I need to call Balie.

“I’m going to call, Balie and ask her where her whore of a daughter is.”

“Jenna, she might-”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare fucking defend either one of them. You know that bitch had something to do with this shit.”

Nate was quiet.

“Just let me call her.”

“Call her.” He hung up and I did too. I got her number from dad and dialed it.

She didn’t pick up.

I tried again and again and again and again and Balie still wouldn’t pick up. I swear to god if she has some shit to do with this……..

I suddenly feel the urge to set Clementine’s retarded fucking bridal store on fire. We should have been just went to Florida. We’d all be happy and safe if we would have just been fucking went there.

I went back upstairs into the room and sat down. “Balie isn’t answering.”

“Neither is Clementine.” Shane said.

“You have her number?” I asked.

He nodded. “I have everything of hers. Imagine what information you can get just from a name.”


He nodded. “Sent six guys over there, she isn’t home.”

“What’s her number and her address?” I asked.

Shane stared at me. “What are you going to do, Jenna?” He asked.

“What do you think? I’m going to blow that bitch’s house up.”

Shane shook his head. “No you won’t.”

“What the hell do you mean? She fucked with the family.”

“I know she did. And don’t worry. I’ll handle her once we find her.”

“The same way you handled Tristan?’ I asked.

Shane glared at me. “Are you going to really blame me for what I did to him?

He raped you. Why the hell wouldn’t I kill him?”

“I didn’t say he didn’t deserve it. I asked if you were going to kill her.”

He didn’t answer.

He looked down to the floor and then glanced at Lindsey, Carl, and then to me.

“They’re my grandkids. I don’t have a fucking choice.”

“Number. I’m going to leave her a voicemail.”

“Don’t threaten her. The FBI can track that shit.”

“You have the police in your back pocket.”

“Not everybody.”

I dialed Clementine’s number and she didn’t pick up. I left her a voicemail.

“You are a sorry ass bitch. You know that? You and your mother. I know she helped you. I’m not fucking stupid. You brought my babies into this shit. If you hurt them, I’m going to shoot you and your mother in your fucking head. I don’t give a fuck if you two are related to me or not. Fuck both of you.

Come out here and face me like a woman. Don’t bring my motherfucking kids into the shit. Face my like a fucking woman, bitch.” I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed.

“That was…harsh.” Carl said. I glared at him letting him know I was not in the mood to fuck around.

“I hope the bitch goes to Jail.” Leah whispered.

“Nope. That won’t happen. Her mother said she’s sick. She has schizophrenia or some shit like that. At the most, she’ll go to the mental institution.” I said.

“Damn. You think Balie is involved?”

“She has to be. DNA says it was a woman and they found brunette hairs In the house.”

“You have brunette hair.” Carl pointed out. I scowled at him. “And why the hell would I blow up my own house that I loved? That’s like me kidnapping my own kids.”

“I wasn’t saying that you burned down the house. I meant that she’s a brunette, so are you, and a shit load of other bitches.”

“You’re calling my daughter a bitch?” Shane asked.

Leave it to dad to overreact.

“No he isn’t. He means that there are other suspects. However, its not every day that your babies disappear.”

“We’re looking. And we won’t stop looking….ever.” Shane said. I nodded and leaned against Lindsey’s shoulder.

She held me close and I shut my eyes. I did not realize that I fell asleep. Not until I woke up. The room was dark but the sun was up. I was the only person in the room.

I grabbed my phone and checked to see if there were any missed calls. There wasn’t.

I called Nate. No answer.

I called Sean. No answer.

I called Lindsey, Leah, Carl. No answer anywhere.

I get out of bed and walk down the hallway. It’s so quiet downstairs. I walk down the stairs and I see no one. I felt so empty at the moment.

I walk through the kitchen, bathroom, dining room.

No one is home but me.

I try to call everyone again but no one answers.

I lay down on the couch and use the back of my hand to wipe my tears away.

I just wanted things to go back to normal.

I was scared, angry and agitated, aggravated and at the moment, all I saw was red.

The door opened and I sat up as Nate, my dad, and Sean came through the door.

The tears really poured down as I flew into Nate’s arms and cried into his chest.

He laid his head on top of mine and I can hear him sniffing. I look up at him. His eyes are red and puffy. I use the palm of my hand to wipe his tears away.

“Find anything?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. He just bit his lip and pulled me closer to him.

“We won’t stop. You have no idea how many people is out looking for the twins, that bitch, and her mother. Leah had to go home to her kids and so did Lindsey but they said they’ll be over later.” Sean said

I sit back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling.

“Dad, can you take me to the mall?” I asked.

He looked at me, bewildered. “What?”

“Take me to the mall.”


“I need to see something.”

My dad shrugged. “Okay.”

“Jenna,” Nate said. His voice firm.

I shook my head. “It’s over.” I got up and went upstairs and into the back of the closet. I grabbed the baseball bat in the corner and ran downstairs. My dad stared at me. “What the hell?”

“Still have her address?”


“The mall, then the house.”

I forced the front door opened and stomped to my dad’s car and he soon got in with me.

He drove me over to the mall. It was still closed.

I used the bat and broke the glass doors and then walked in. My dad, staying silent while stepping over the glass.

“She owns a bridal store in here.” I said.

“Where?” Shane asked.

I led him to her store and used the bat to crack the glass on the doors. When I broke through, I walked in and dad followed behind me. “This is where I got my dress when I got married to Tristan.”

I whispered.

“He’s brought so my problems into your life.”

“Yeah. His psycho ex girlfriend for one.” I swing the bat and bang the cash register knocking off the keys and knocking it down onto the floor. I swing the bat through the walls, busting them in and through the dressing room doors and through the mirrors.

I had too much rage but it didn’t end when the whole room was destroyed.

I was out of breath, angry and I still wanted more. I wanted to take everything from her.

My dad stared at me the whole time and just watched me.

“I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t want you to witness that.”

“The bitch deserves it. Lets get to that house.” He turned, walked over the glass and I followed him out.

It may have been too dramatic to do this but I just wanted to destroy some shit she cared about.

“I’m not mad at you for what you just did.” He said as we got back in the car.

“It was stupid.” I placed my hand on my stomach and sighed.

“She burned down the house. You smashed up her store. I call it fifty fucking fifty.

She kidnaps the fucking twins, we go over her house and fuck shit up. Simple as that.” He began driving and speeds up the car until we stop at a brick house with a small yard and a red car in front.

“Park in the driveway.”

He shook his head. “Down the street.” He said as he drove down a little further and parked the car.

“Jenna,” I looked at him.

“We’ll find them.” I nodded and got out of the car.

Dad got out of the car and we walked side by side to the brick house.

I knocked on the door.

The door doesn’t open. Dad looked to me and sighed. He took a gun out of his back pocket and shot at the lock and then kicked the door opened.

I thank god that he blessed me with a dad who knows no limits.

We both walk in. It’s cold and looks like the house haven’t been touched in months. “You sure this is the right address?” I asked.

“My people don’t make any mistakes. They checked this place over and over last night. Found nothing here.”

“Then this is pointless.”

“No it isn’t.” Said a low voice. Me and Shane turned and there Clementine was. Her hair stringy. She looked dirty. In a small pale white short dress.

What the hell? She looked all normal last time I seen her now she looks crazy. Oh right, the bitch is crazy.

Shane pointed the gun at her. “Where are the twins?” He asked.

“The twins?” She asked in the same dead tone.

“Yes. My kids. Give them to me.” I demanded.

Clementine looked behind me and I looked behind me and saw no one.

I looked back to her and she kicked a small tiny medicine bottle towards me. A bunch of tiny white pills fell out. I looked at her.

“Your twins…..” She hisses and then smirks.

“See this?” I asked showing her the bat. She eyes me with disinterest.

I swing the bat into the wall and she doesn’t as much as jump. She looks lost.

“Give me Haylie and Kaylie. Now.”

Clementine walks closer to me. “I’m sick.” She whispered and then twirls her finger in my hair and laughs. “Your babies…..They. Are. Gone.” She smiled wider and I pushed her hard into the wall and she fell against it.

Shane fired a shot and it missed her head by a centimeter. “I’ll put a goddamn bullet in your motherfucking brain if you don’t tell me where they are, bitch.” He growled.

She looked up at him completely out of it. Why was she acting so odd?

Clumsily getting up, she glared at Shane. “They. Are. Gone.” She whispered and the sound of another shot was fired as it echoed in my ears. My eyes flew to my dad who dropped the gun and fell to the floor.

“Dad!” Before I could get to him, Clementine pulled me back by my hair and I screamed, cried and kicked as she dragged me down the hallway. At the end of it, I watch as Balie stares at me as I’m being dragged.

Clementine opens the door while she still has a tight grip on my hair and she brings me down the stairs. She brought me in the corner and punched me hard in my eye and that’s when everything went dark.

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