Chapter 11:Troubles of Being a Kidnapper
AN: HEY! I'm back. After the Father's Day Special, I thought of what Harriet must have BEEN THINKING.:) Here's the new chapter.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Wild Child!:(
Harriet's POV:
I got a glass of water from the taps. The boy was still asleep. He hit his head near the post where I took him, luckily. "Oi," I shouted at him. "Wake up!" I poured the water on his face. "MOMMY!" The boy shouted. "I'm not your Mummy!" I scolded him. "Who are you? Wh-wh-why did you take me? What did I do wrong? Was I a bad boy?" He asked me. "That would be none of your business!" I shouted at him.
I knew I had to have a hard chest on this one, his resemblance to Freddie is just too string. But Freddie, it's too late or is it. I took my phone out and checked his number. It rang twice before it was answered. "Hello, who's this?" The familiar tone in the voice. "Freddie Kingsley?" I asked. "Yeah, this is him..." He trailed off, no I wasn't flirting with him. "I have your son," I said as calm as I could possibly say it. "Do you want to talk to him?" I asked.
"What kind of animal do you think you are?" Asked Freddie. "DO YOU WANT TO TALK TO YOUR SON OR NOT?" I snapped. "Of course!" He yelled. I put the phone near the boy's ears. "Daddy? Daddy?" He started crying. And then before I could take the phone away, "A horse took me! A blonde horse!" He screamed. Oh shit, I forgot to turn the lights off. I immediately took the phone from him and slapped him so loud that I think Freddie could hear it.
"What do you want?" He asked from me. Knowing he's a lawyer I know that he would be calm in situations like this when you're negotiating. "I'll give you even all of my fortunes," he said, "Just don't FUCKING hurt my son," he said emphasizing on fuck. "And if you'd give us our son back, I promise to you we's get you the lowest possible time in prison," he negotiated. "Who said something about money?" I asked him. "That's what kidnaps are for, isn't it? The money." He explained, confusion in his voice.
"I. Do. Not. Need. Your. Money." I said, firmly. "Then, why'd you kidnap my son and calling me for?" He asked. "One word. You." I said. "Me?" He asked. "You. Y-O-U." I spelled out. "Why'd you want me for?" He asked. Now, he's just getting me confused. He tries to intimidate me so I could set his son free. But I wasn't taking this anymore.
"You have one week to think for this. You'd present yourself to me or else your son's life might just be the correct thing to ask for," I told him before hanging up. "Shut up, bastard!" I yelled to the boy. "Horse-face!" He yelled at me. This boy had the nerves. I hate being a kidnapper.
AN: I was trying to make it funny with a serious touch. So there you have it, chapter 12!:) I was having author's black. Being a teacher's right hand isn't easy. Glad to know I could still do something that I love. :D Love you, guys!