Author's note: Thanks for the kind reviews. Hoped you liked this. I don't know exactly how long this story is going to be but it will have one hell of an ending. BTW, if you have any problems with alcohol, drug references, diving into past events, suicidal thoughts and attempts at, and are HIGHLY CHRISTIAN you may want to leave now. This is your only warning and any flame reviews or emails I receive will be read through or glanced at then heavily laughed at.

Jenny came running to the old Victorian style house, knocking on Sarah's door urgently. She left the child unattended in the playpen for less then ten seconds. When she came back, not only was she not going to be paid, but she was going to probably be blamed for the child's disappearance. She waited a few more seconds as her heart pounded. She reached her hand up to the door and knocked firmly and loudly again.

Sarah shook herself awake somehow; she managed to pass out in the tub. The tub, surprisingly was filled with warm water that was now beginning to become cold and the bottle of rum was ontop of the counter. She held her head hearing the ringing in her ears. She wondered to herself whether she should struggle to get up or just stay in the tub and hope something electrical would fall into the tub. Slowly but surely she began to get out.

"I'm coming!" She yelled to the impatient door. She tried not to slip on the tile floor as she walked and stumbled her way down the hall with her clothes clinging to her frame. She mumbled some obscenities as she stood back from the door battling her instincts to just lay on the floor and die. She looked in her empty hand and found nothing, hoping to find the bottle of rum. She threw open the door to see a panting Jenny. Suddenly she looked near Jenny's feet. Her son wasn't with her.

"Miss Williams! I tried so hard to call you but you wouldn't answer your phone! Then I-" Sarah shushed her.

"Where is he?" She asked as she leaned against the frame of the doorway. Jenny took a deep breath to steady herself.

"That's what I'm trying to say, he's gone!" Sarah's reaction made her become even number than she already was. She let the news run through her mind.

"What do you mean gone!" Sarah asked as she looked passed Jenny and down the street. It had begun to rain really badly. It was pouring in thick sheets you couldn't see more than four feet in front of you. A humongous storm was on its way. Blindly, Sarah ran down the street into the rain with Jenny running after her.

The water sprayed Sarah's already burning eyes and prevented her from going as fast as she wanted. She began running up the hill on the side of Jenny's house. A lightning strike made the street go suddenly darker than it seemed to have ever been. The rain was cold on Sarah's skin, but she didn't care. Sarah slipped on the mud and tried to stand up stumbling as her feet ran out from under her.

Jenny helped Sarah up "I left him alone for one second I swear! And when I came back, he was gone!"

Sarah climbed up the hill blindly, sliding over the porch fence, she shoved the door open. She stumbled inside almost falling on the ground screaming for her son. There was no answer. No giggle to signify a game of hide and seek no cry to say something had gone terribly wrong. No nothing. The silence made her uneasy as she felt her way along the wall in the dark. The straining way she listened for the smallest thing made her ache. Her panting was the only sound she heard.

She looked back "Jenny. Where are you?" No answer came to her ears. She began retracing her steps to the front door. She opened it and called into the storm. "Jenny!" Again, there was no answer.

She went back into the darkness of the house and continued searching. Calling the child's name. Hearing small breaths of air being taken she was positive were not her own. As she came to the large staircase, she began to ascend the stairs. A ball bounced passed her. He was up there. She hurried her pace, now having incentive. She took a deep breath as she turned the door knob to the first door she passed. She threw it open expecting the worst and to her surprise, she saw nothing. She went to the next and the next and finally came to the last door at the end of the hall. She gulped as she slowly turned the handle and took a deep breath. She suddenly stood motionless.

Someone was laughing.