Some scars never fade

by TheWhiteCrayon

Liza West and her daughter, Jade, appear to be very happy living in Los Angelos. But something from their past, or rather someone, has never stopped haunting them. When their worst nightmare comes true, and Jade gets kidnapped, Liza is forced to tell everybody the truth. But when all hope seems lost, how far will people go to save the ones they love?

25. finally

Chapter 25. –Finally

It took forever… But I finally found you.

Clementine von Radics

Beck's POV

I rubbed my eyes. So tired. I promised Mrs. West I'd take a break, get some rest. Maybe now was a good time. This was useless anyway. I felt so small, so helpless.

I sat back in my chair, and closed my eyes. But I couldn't keep my mind off of Ronald Scott's file. There was something about it that I was supposed to remember. God, this was torture. Maybe, just maybe, there was something hidden way in the back of my head, that was going to be able to help Jade.

But I couldn't find it.

Think harder. It was something about his job. Textile Manufactory. The name was so damned familiar to me, but I just couldn't place it.

Textile Manufactory. "Textile Manufactory." I said out loud, hoping the sound of it would make me remember. "Textile Manufactory." I said again. "What the heck am I supposed to remember about it?" Okay, now I was talking to myself. Calm down.

And suddenly, without any warning, it flashed through my head. My uncle worked there. Seriously? Was that all? Was that the so important thing that kept buzzing through my mind? Was that supposed to help me? Was that supposed to help Jade?

And that was it. My last little gleam of hope, was now crushed.

I laughed from total despair.

I thought about how my uncle used to take me to their big stockroom, where they kept dozens of large textile crates. Now that I was older, I guessed that my uncle probably wasn't the most responsible babysitter you could think of.

But, when I was five, I loved to go there and play hide and seek with my uncle, or climbing every crate in the room. And, when I was done playing, my uncle would let me use the computer, standing in the little office of the building.

I hadn't been there in a long time. That was probably because my uncle hadn't been babysitting me for a couple of years now. But they didn't use that building anymore either. It was kind of falling apart now. How a shame it was, such a huge building that was simply left to rot.

And that's where it hit me.

That storage was completely deserted, and if Ronald Scott was an employee of the factory, he had to know about it.

It had to be where he kept Jade.

I jumped up, and ran to Mr. Vega's office. I swung the door open and stumbled in. "I know where she is!" I screamed. "What? How?" Mr. Vega reacted. "It doesn't matter! The former warehouse of the Textile Manufactory is completely deserted, and he knows that! It has to be where she is!"

Mr. Vega looked at me, and then at Gary. The other officer nodded. They both got up and grabbed their guns. "We're going there immediately." Mr. Vega said. "You call Tori."

"Wait! You have to take me with you, you have to!" I begged. Mr. Vega looked at me, and seemed to consider it for a moment. "You have to promise me you'll stay in the car." He said. "Of course!" I said, knowing I probably wouldn't.

We all raced outside to the police car, and I grabbed my phone to call Tori.