Tom Sr. stepped out of the car and then went over to the passenger's side and opened the door for his wife. Then gave his hand to help her out. Then her wrapped his arms around her as the walked towards the front door. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He asked.
"Five times tonight." Margaret said with a loving smile. "How do you think the kids are?" She asked as they made their way up the stairs and Thomas Sr. unlocked the front door and went in after his wife. "I'm sure their fine. I go check on them."
Margaret went to the washroom to wash her face as her husband went to check on the kids.
He first went to Tom's room and saw that he wasn't there. He smiled to himself knowing he slept with Kim because she was probably scared. Then he went across the hall and paused when he noticed that the door was broken.
He slowly walked to the door a pushed it open and turned on the lights. His heart stopped when he saw the mess in the room and looked down and saw mud prints all over the floor. Then he walked around the bed and saw the limp figure of his son face down on the ground. Without a second thought, Tom Sr. was on the ground holding is son in his arms as if he was just a baby.
His had grazed over his son's head and felt a tacky feeling of blood. The he felt for a pulse to make sure he was still alive. With a sigh of relief he had a pulse but very shallow. "MARGERAT." He screamed in agony.
His wife step through the door, "What's wro…" Her heart stopped at the sight of her son in the arms of her husband who had blood on his hands.
"Call 911." He said as he held his son closer. He saw that his wife was frozen in one spot staring down at them. "Marge…call 911. A thirteen-year-old boy with a severe head injury. Go. "
The woman fell out of her trans then nodded her head and ran from the room.
Tom held his son and looked around for his daughter, but there was no sign. He then rocked his son back an forth.
Margaret came back and looked at her husband with tears in her eye. Tom gently place his son back on the ground. Then he went to his wife and held her in a loving embrace.
"I got to look for Kim. You stay here with Tom. I'll be back." Then he went searching throughout the house for his daughter.
"Kim. Kimberly." He cried out as he looked in every part of the house but there was no sign of her. Tom dropped down to the floor in the kitchen and started to weep. He looked up and saw a note on the fridge. The note had some smudges of blood, which he hoped that it was from Tom, not that he wanted his son to be hurt, but he didn't want his little princess to be hurt as well. He stood up and went to the fridge and picked up the note, it read:
Officer Thomas Hanson,
I bet you never think that what you do to others won't come back and bite you in the ass. Well now it has. Six years ago, you arrested me and I was sent to prison for three years. That wasn't that bad. What really got me is that you took away something of mine so that I never can have it back. My daughter, you made sure that she was put away in a foster home and that I could never see her again. 'For her own safety.'
Well about the same time I heard that your beautiful wife gave birth to a daughter, how ironic, you take someone's daughter away right when you have one.
Now, my dear officer, I took your daughter away. So you can know what it feels like not to have a daughter, to tuck her in at night, not be able to read her favorite story's or to heard her sweet laugh. I want you to know what I have been missing for six years.
Officer Hanson, You will never see your daughter again.
Tom Sr. dropped the letter on the floor, and then he realized that he was holding his breath. Then he went into the front room and saw that the ambulance was finally there. He opened the door for them and told them where his son was.
He watched as the wheel him in to the ambulance and sent his wife with him.
Tom sat on the couch staring into the distance, as his fellow officers scan the house for prints or anything that would help find the missing girl.
"You can go see Tommy. We'll take care of things here." Said Tom Sr.'s partner Charlie, who was still in his tux from the party they were just at.
"Yeah, maybe I should. Marge shouldn't be alone. I know her mom is there but I think I need to be with her." Tom said standing up from the couch. "Let me know when anything happens."
Charlie nodded his head and walked with his friend to the squad car. "Make sure that squirts okay." Charlie said as Tom stepped inside hi car. Tom just nodded his head and then drove off to the hospital.
It wasn't long before he rejoined with his wife in the waiting room. "How is he?" He said as he gave her a comforting embrace.
"They are operating on him, the blow cause a fractured to his skulk and…" she held her husband close, "…there bleeding in his brain. They are operating on him to relieve the pressure and they are going to drain out the blood." Margaret burst into tears again.
Tom just held her closer and rubbed her back. Then she pushed him away to look at his face. "Where my baby girl?" She asked him.
"I don't know. We know who took her; they are just trying to look for him now. Must likely they are going to the leave the state. But they think they know where he is." He said looking at the ground sadly.
"There is something your not tell me." Margaret said as she lifted her husband's head. "Who is this guy? Why did he go to prison?"
Tom couldn't look at his wife because he couldn't bare the pain in her face no longer. But he looked at her in the eyes and said. "He molested his daughter. He also has many charges of rape of young girls."
Margaret covered her mouth with her hand as Tom pulled her into another embrace. He then sat her down. "I'm going to get you some coffee." Tom said as he left his bewilder wife in the waiting room.
When Tom came back she was the same as when he left her five minutes ago. He handed her the black coffee and sat beside her and wait for news on their son.
Within the half hour a doctor came into waiting room. "Hanson. Thomas Hanson family."
Tom and his wife quickly stood up and walked towards the doctor. Tom holding his wife hand tightly in his own.
"Are you Tom's parent?" The doctor asked.
Tom nodded his head "Yes, how is he doctor?"
"Please come with me." He said as he started walking down a hall, Tom and Margaret followed closely behind.
They stopped in front of Tom's room and the doctor turn towards the worried parents. "I have some good new and some bad news. Tom has only a mild brain injury to the head, that's the good new, he will be fine when he wakes up which bring me to the bad news he has slipped into a very mild coma while we were operating on him. He should come through in the next couple days."
Margaret stared at her son through the door as the doctor was talking. "Can I see him?" She asked after he was done talking.
"Of course you can." He said and let her step into the room followed by Tom.
Tom Jr. laid still on the bed with and bandage around his head. His face had become pale or even a gray shade.
Margaret went to her son bed side and held his hand in her own as Tom Sr. stood beside his wife looking down at his now fragile son.
"I'll leave you alone." The doctor said before he left the room.
"What if he never wakes up? Margaret said, her eyes still on her son.
"He will, he a tough guy. He will pull out of it." Tom said as he rubbed his wife's back.
"Officer Hanson?" A nurse came into the door. "The phone it for you. They said it was urgent."
Tom looked at her and then gave his wife a hug. "I'll be back." Then he followed the nurse to the phone.
"Charlie?" Tom said as he picked up the phone.
"Tom. We got him. Someone had witness them leaving the house, they that a clear description of the vehicle and got the license plate number. We found the van here in the city. As we speak men are in their hideout arresting them and looking for you daughter, come down to the station as soon as possible."
