(The first chapter is in Pierre's POV)
I guess that uneasy feeling was in my heart when the sweet kind lady with blonde hair offered to watch Lennon. Her name was Amelia, and she was a girlfriend of David's. I trusted her; she was with crazy-ass David for fuck sakes.
Mee and Lachelle checked on Lennon. Lennon stared at me with her newly-garnered brown eyes and her hair was still dark black, with beautiful brown highlights. She looked more like Lachelle than me in her face, but with my hair and eyes she looked like me in some ways. The way she just tugged on my leg, theen starting to cry when she wanted something. I did that as a baby. "Daddy,"Lennon said. She'd spoken earlier than most. Maybe because she'd picked up on both French and English. "I don't trust that lady.." Lennon had tears in her big brown eyes.
"Lennon, she will take care of you. If anything bad happens, use the phone, alright? You know where to call." I kissed her on her sweet adorable little cheek. Her dark hair fell in rippling waves, like mine had when I had it longer. Lachelle's had less of a wave to it. She was smart for a kid of 2. I'd been trying to teach her little bits of music things and remarkably, she picked up on it quickly, playing more complex piano notes. I had a dream of Lennon someday when she was a teenager maybe playing with the band one sweet day.
Lachelle cuddled Lennon close, looking at me. "Pierre, Lennon's going to be okay. Don't worry. She's a smart kid." Lachelle laughed, smiling at Amelia.
Ameelia smiled. "It's 2 hours, she'lll bee fine." We left soon after to go out with friends. When we came back, we went to go see to Lennon. This was why I had a sinking feeling. I went into Lennon's room and Lennon was missing. Tears choked me when I saw no note, no indication. We said nothing. I had to go do SP stuff soon. I had to stay strong.
We'll find her. We'll find her. i kept reassuring myself but I didn't know what would happen. A few years later, we finally had a boy named Charlie .He had my looks and definately was likee me in every clung to Lachelle a lot. He had more of an artistic nature, unlike Lennon's musical nature. We'd stopped looking. We kneew whoever took Lennon took her where she couldn't be found.
I just wanted to give you guys the look into what happened, not how it happened.
-Lexi
