A/N: Okay, I had a severe case of writers block, but I'm over it. As corny as this may seem all of this came to me in a dream. Seriously....I dreamed this Wednesday night. O, I'm sad though! I'm moving away from the place I've lived for 10 years to some place in Michigan called Grand Blanc. I live in Tennessee right......and they move me almost into Canada....um....no. :( So I'm kinda depressed. So here it is....my dream child:
The Absence of Fear
Chapter 6
Brad had taken Shelby onto a plane. She didn't know where they were going until the pilot announced the flight and what she heard made her sick. At this point she wished she hadn't been paying attention in social studies.
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"Any luck?" Daisy asked Scott. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes had a worried, almost pensive look in them. They had put Chelsea down and were talking in hushed voices in the living room.
"No. I've been talking with an officer and he says we shouldn't expect immediate results, but he's got people on it."
"Do they have a lead? I mean do they know where the jerk's taking her?"
"No. He asked me all kinds of questions like where Brad was from and stuff...like I know the answer...."
"He's not from here."
"Yeah, I know.....somewhere up north..I just don't know the exact- -"
"Quebec." She said cutting him off
"That's in—"
"Canada. Right above us." She said.
"Ok....how is it that you know all this and not me...?" Scott asked a little confused at why Shelby never told him any of this.
"She's my best friend, Scott. She tells me everything." She said in a sad tone of voice.
"So, I guess I should call the officer and tell him that."
"I guess you should."
"Got any more helpful tips for me?"
"His Dad's from Iran."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No." she said. "He moved here when he was out of high school. His mother's an American, that's why he doesn't have an accent and he's considered a citizen of both countries. He can come and go as he pleases." She finished.
Headlines streamed across Scott's living room window. "What was that?" he asked her.
"You're such a baby, quit being so jumpy." She said. He walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. Just then the glass broke and Scott's felt something hit his temple. His hand immediately went up to the side of his head. Daisy screamed. There was a where the bullet that had just missed Scott's head and punctured the wall intead . Just then something large came through the window and shattered the remaining glass. Scott still holding his head looked around at the turmoil in the living room. Daisy screaming uncontrollably now.
"Daisy, stop." He said.
"Your head!" she wailed.
"No, I'm okay!!" he laughed. "It just grazed me, see..." he said removing the hand he had applying pressure to the small cut. There wasn't much blood, but the blood there was had been seeping through his fingers so it seemed like there was a lot more than there was.
Daisy calmed herself, sighing deeply and said "What the hell just happened here?" She grabbed the brick that had destroyed the window. There was a simple note attatched. It read "Don't get the police involved. We have Shelby. We'll be watching you and the kid." She read aloud. Scott immediately dashed back to Chelsea's room and saw her sleeping peacefully in the crib. He sighed. He went back out into the living room.
"That's it. I'm calling the cops." He said.
"No, Scott!" Daisy yelled and grabbed his wrist. "They'll hurt Shelby!"
"Look...those bastards can mess with me all they want. They can mess with my house...they can mess with my life. But when you start messing with my baby, then you're in trouble. And if the cops don't start getting some action and putting some effort into finding MY wife and protecting MY children, then I amgoing to do it myself. And nobody's going to stop me. Not you, not the sick people doing this, and NOT the cops." He said and jerked free. Daisy just stood there. He had just yelled at her for probably the first time since Horizon. That tone in his voice brought back so many memories and she knew he meant business. "What, you're not going to try and stop me?" he asked her.
"No...you proved your point. You haven't been that serious since school and I don't want to get in your way...." she admitted
"That would be wise. Because the way I'm feeling right now no burglar or murderer would dare mess with me." He growled and grabbed the phone.
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"You said you knew where he was from now?" the cop asked Daisy and Scott. His house was now an official crime scene.
"Yes, Quebec." Scott said.
"And he has family there."
"No." Daisy asked "They live in Iran."
"Iran?"
"Yeah."
"John, come here." the cop said almost urgently. A young man came over. "Call the airport here and tell them to hold anyone by the name of Bradley Javenson, but not to let him get on any international flight...especially to Iran."
"Iran?"
"Yes."
"Yes, sir." He said and went away to make the call.
"What's so bad about Iran....other than we don't want her out of the country?" Scott asked with a worried look.
"Well...let me explain something to you. In Iran women have no rights and divorce isn't really an option. So if she goes there and they are still considered married there, by law she is his property and she has no rights, nothing. When an American woman marries a citizen of Iran she automatically becomes a citizen of Iran, therefore giving up all of her American right and we can't do shit to stop it."
t "Oh my god." Scott breathed. And the fear settled in the pit of his stomach once again.
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Okay, I know it's farfetched but once I finish this up I have another story that will be set at Horizon in mind. Can I get 15????????? PLEase?!
