Chapter Two

That night I couldn't sleep. He kept wandering into my dreams, pushing away the torture machines for Madame Leverend and just standing there, his mop of brown, untidy hair, his scruffy clothes and his teddy bear clutched in his arms. There had been a news report earlier.

Young Boy, Named Pierre, Son Of French Government Member, Sandrine Parrousski, MISSING. 2,000,000 Euro's reward if found.

It must have been him, who else could it be? Well, lots of people, seeing as I knew hardly anybody.

The alarm rang. Reaching over I aggressively whalloped it.

"Shut up" I groaned and rolled over, pulling the pillow over my head.

"Mornin' Cat." Dad saluted, grinning. My mother glared at him.

"Sorry, I meant, Bonjour Caty!" He looked at my mum, warily. She nodded approvingly and I laughed. Dad unfolded a paper and I stopped suddenly. There he was. Again. On the newspaper, the photo of him clear and full of life unlike how I had seen him.

"Pierre" I whispered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing mom, nothing, gotta blast, see ya later!" Grabbing two croissants off a plate mom had set on the table I snatched my jacket of the coat stand. I pulled a brush through my tangled long blonde hair and I legged it all the way down to the garage, kicking open the door. It creaked, the top hinge gave way and the door hung on its side but I didn't care. I heaved and hauled some large boxes out of my way and there he was, just like the picture, still there, still alive, still with the look of anger on his face when he saw me.

"I thought I told you to go away."

"I can't leave you here, everyone is looking for you."

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. I don't need people. Go away." He flung his arms around in distress. I grabbed his shoulders and held him still.

"Stop it now" I shouted through gritted teeth "Or I'll ground you."

Immediately, he hung still and limp in my grip.

"Now, come one, let me get you out, we'll go up to my house and I'll give you a proper meal."

He nodded. I helped him up and picked his teddy from a nearby box. I led him out of the garage and he shielded his eyes from the suns glare. He reached up and tapped me. I took his hand and we headed for the house.