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Chapter twelve
Brendan's point of view :)
It didn't take Steven long to fall asleep, I felt happier knowing he was with me, safe in my arms. No one could touch him here, walker could not touch him here and if he tried, I would be waiting. It felt so good having Steven lay on my chest, my heart was pounding, I'm sure he must have heard, but he knows how I feel about him, so it's not going to come as a great shock now is it? I wrapped him up in my arms, kissing him on the head. It had been so long since we'd been like this together that part of me wanted to close my eyes and join him in sleep, but I had things to sort out and I had to make sure Cheryl and Joel understood about staying safe. I unpeeled myself from Steven's tight grip and got out of bed making my way back to the living room. I noticed Cheryl was crying, she was holding something in her hand.
"Chez what's wrong?"
"This came through the door Bren; there are some sick bastards out there"
I took a post card out of her hands; on the front it showed a blue sky with a bunch of clouds, I didn't get it at first.
"Look on the back Bren" Cheryl wept.
Sick bastards wasn't the word, it read:
Wish you were here
Lynsey.
The clouds, the sky, the post card was supposed to be heaven. I ran out of the front door, it was dark outside, I couldn't see anything and I didn't wanna search further and leave Chez, Steven and Joel. Shit where's Joel? I headed back inside, throwing my arms around her.
"That's not all Brendan"
"What…what is it?"
She handed me a photo, it was of Joel. He was tied up and gagged.
Fucking hell, who is doing all of this? I can't watch everyone at the same time that would be impossible.
"I have to find Joel; I don't even know where to begin looking. But I need ye to be safe Chez and here you're not"
"I'm not leaving Bren, this is my home"
"Yeah and look what happened to Lynsey!"
I didn't mean to shout at her but she can be so bloody stubborn at times and I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her.
"What about staying with Nancy? I'm sure she would help. We can't do much tonight anyway"
"What about Ste Bren?"
"I'm gonna go and look for Joel in a bit, can ye watch him please Chez? After tonight who knows, maybe ye can both stay together with Amy and the kids. I just want someone to be around ye both all the time and right now I can't be, I have to find the bastards who are messing with me…us"
Was it Sampson? Or was it that disgusting piece of shit Walker? Maybe it was both of them. I felt scared for my family; I couldn't care less about me but them, well they mean everything to me. I tried ringing Joel's phone but it went straight to answer phone, I wasn't surprised.
"Chez I'm gonna have a look around, I won't leave ye long…I promise. Lock the door behind me; I'll ring when I'm back okay? Look after Steven"
"Okay Bren…please be careful"
I threw my arms around her again and hugged her tightly.
"I love ye chez"
I left the flat feeling uneasy and troubled. What was I going to do? How was I going to find Joel? And how can I protect them all at the same time? I ended up going to the club, Rhys and Ash were working and I called Rhys in to the office.
"what's up boss?"
"I need ye to lock up, I won't be back tonight"
"No worries…is everything okay, you look a little strange"
"Oh ye know me Rhys; I'm on top of the world. That will be all, ye can get back to work now"
I went back in to the bar, grabbed a bottle of whisky and returned to the office. I rang Joel's phone again but it was useless. I know he was tied up but who ever had him might have answered. Wishful thinking I guess. I poured myself a drink and downed it, drowning my sorrows seemed so appealing right now. I had no leads, no plan, I had nothing left to try and I felt useless. My phone beeped in my pocket and when I pulled it out I saw a text from Joel.
I've not hid him far
I'll give you a little clue
Timothy really is a saint
More of a catholic than you
My eyes widened and I re-read the text message again and again and again. Who the fuck is Timothy? I never was any good with riddles. I left the club and searched every part of the village but found absolutely nothing. Maybe I didn't get the riddle because I couldn't think straight. I sent a message back asking for another clue.
You have a bad boy image
But you're not very bright
Just outside the village
We've stepped in to the light
The frustration I felt was over whelming and these riddles were getting on my fucking nerves. At least this one was a bit more helpful; I knew Joel wasn't in the village. I went back to get my car and headed out in search for him. I could feel my face beginning to burn, rage was slowly starting to take over and god help the cause of this violent, uncontrollable anger.
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