I came home.

I passed by Mia's door.

I felt my guts wrench inside me.

I couldn't bear opening it.

I just can't.

Because I know she won't be there.

I stripped down to my underwear.

I traced the prominent scar on my abdomen.

I did not sleep.

I just sat there on my bed.

Minutes have passed.

Or hours.

I'm not sure.

I lied down.

And my guts wrenched even more.

They smelled of my daughter from the previous night.

I inhaled deeply.

Strawberries and Vanilla.

I choke back my sobs.

I hold in my tears.

I waited for morning to come.

I'm going to the station at the ass crack of dawn.

I have to watch Mia.

I need to.

Day 2. Sunday, 7:08 am

I knocked on the police station's door.

It wasn't locked.

I let myself in.

"Morning, Jade." Mr. Vega greeted me.

I nodded my head in return.

"Do you have coffee?" I asked.

My voice was somewhat groggy.

He pointed towards a table against the wall.

It was lined with mugs, packets of creamer and sugar, and a hot water dispenser.

And jars of glorious ground coffee.

"Help yourself. It's a policeman's staple food." He tried to joke.

I huffed.

"Um, I'll go set up the device. Just so you know, we're tracking the video camera as we speak." He announced awkwardly, leaving me to help myself.

I made my coffee quickly.

Mug of heaven in my hands, I blindly made my way around the station.

It's fairly small.

I didn't need a tour.

I found Mr. Vega in no time.

He was just about to turn on the television.

Click.

"Sit down, Jade." He told me, patting the leather couch against the wall.

I complied.

He just stood there.

"I'll leave you here to watch her. I'm going to monitor the search parties. Maybe we'll find her today."

You better.

He left the room.

I averted my eyes to the screen.

She was still sleeping.

But she was on the floor.

Heartache.

Right there.

Light seeped in, and then disappeared.

Someone must've entered.

He appeared on screen.

It was the guy who put the knife to my baby's neck.

Kwakoo.

I'll kill him.

But what was strange was that he was looking directly at the camera.

He lifted a piece of paper.

I bring no harm. West Highlands. Look for an alleyway.

I rummaged through my bag for a phone.

I need to take a picture of this.

"Mr. Vega!" I yelled.

Oh God.

Thank you.

He ran in.

'What is it?"

"Here, look!" I screeched, pointing at the screen.

"What do you want me to see?" He asked.

I looked at the screen again.

He put the paper down.

No, actually, he ripped it.

Remove all evidences?

Apparently.

"He was holding up this paper. He knows about the camera. Oh, God, he's helping her! He's helping us!" I gushed, my voice having this revering tone to it.

"What did it say?"

Shoot.

"Uhm, I was supposed to take a picture of it. I remember reading my last name and an alleyway."

I cursed my memory.

"West, alleyway? There's no West in Hollywood. West Highlands, maybe?"

Ding, ding ding!

We have a winner.

"Yes, that's it!" I rejoiced.

I effing rejoiced.

He fished out his cell phone.

He was walking out of the room, making calls.

I looked back at the screen.

Absolutely horrified.

At the top left part of the video, I spotted the witch and my baby.

Touch a single strand of her hair and I'll rip your hand. Finger by finger.

Doing what officer did yesterday, I zoomed in.

"Can't eat this."

Mia's voice.

"And why not, princess?"

You better not be using that tone with her, bitch.

"I'm 'llergic to nuts."

Good thing you remember, baby girl.

"Oh, you're allergic? I didn't know." Her voice had an undercurrent of mischief.

I didn't like it.

Not one bit.

Mrs. Lee pushes the peanut butter toast to her lips, forcing her.

Oh, God.

I can't watch this.

"You will eat what I make, you understand?" She all but yelled, still forcing the toast to her closed lips.

Stop.

I'm begging you.

I'm clawing at the upholstery.

Mrs. Lee lunges her free hand towards her cheeks, forcing them open.

She shoved the toast to her unwilling mouth.

I heard something rip.

I looked down.

I tore through the leather.

I didn't care.

I heard Mia's tiny whimpers.

It took all that I had not to get sick in the middle of this room.

"That's right, kid. Eat it." She screeched.

Forcing more and more down her throat.

She was crying.

And it didn't take long before I started crying as well.

This was happening to her right now.

And what I really hated was that I couldn't do anything about it.

A few moments later, Mrs. Lee muttered something intelligible before leaving the screen.

I focused on Mia.

She had breathing abnormally.

She's going into anaphylactic shock.

Oh God.

I screamed.

Mia fell to the floor.

Convulsing.

"No, no, oh, God, please!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"H-help!" She choked out, coughing harder.

I was pulling at my hair at this point.

Tearing up more leather.

And then she stopped.

She laid motionless on the floor.

Mrs. Lee just . . .

She just stood there.

Bitch.

But seeing Mia not moving . . .

Oh God.

My life.

I threw up.

Next update's next week. There's this possibility that it's going to be Jade's point of view again next chapter. Depends.

Please tell me what you think. Wishing you all the best!