I'm working on making the chapters longer. I hope you like this chapter. Chapter 5!

I woke up in a cell on the floor. As I sat up, I shook my head to clear it out. My eyesight returned and I leaned against the wall. My head felt like it was going to explode if I didn't take something. I suddenly heard someone. I slowly opened my eyes, not sure if I wanted to know what it was. I just stared when I realized it was a kid. He has his head buried in his knees and he was crying. I cleared my throat and he looked up at me with bloodshot eyes.

"W-who are you?" he asked. He had an English accent that reminded me of Evy. Evy, I thought. God, I hope you're okay.

"Nobody you have to worry about." I looked away as he stretched his legs out. I couldn't help but think that I knew him from somewhere. I decided to learn a little more about my cellmate.

"Why are you here, kid?"

"I was taken from my mother. I don't know where she is or even if she's okay."

"What's your name?"

"Alex."

"My name's Rick O'Connell."

"What?!" he yelled as his head shot up.

"What?" I asked, not knowing what had sparked him like that.

"You're… you're…"

"Who?"

"My dad." I stared at him and he stared back with big blue eyes.

"I don't think so kid. I don't have children. I'm not even married. I think you've been in this cell a little too long," I answered, not wanting what Alex had said to be right.

"He's telling the truth, O'Connell," said a familiar voice. I looked across the hall and into the adjacent cell. Jonathon sat there, looking at his feet.

"Where's Evelyn?! How do you keep on losing her?!"

"Rick. She's gone. I don't know where she is. They came after us and I tried to stop them but Evy told me to run. I told her 'no' but she punched me and told me that I should start listening to her more.

"I ran and a few minutes later, she was right behind me. We ran into the woods behind the museum and we were separated. A few blokes on bikes caught me. I don't know what happened to her."

"Uncle Jon! What is going on?" Alex yelled at Jonathon and he looked over at us with tears brimming his eyes.

"You mean, the kid really is mine? How come he knew and I didn't?!"

"Evelyn didn't think you were ready to find out. I talked her into telling you, and when she finally decided to listen, you were gone."

"Why did you leave, Dad?" Alex asked with scared voice.

"Please, don't call me that." Alex looked down again. "LT said that she was married. Is that true?"

"She was. She got a divorce a few months ago," Jon replied.

"You should have seen how he treated us. It was awful. I wish you would have been there to get rid of that guy."

"Why do you wish that? You don't even know me." I said in a tone a little harsher than I wanted it.

"Why did you leave?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

We sat in silence for a little while longer until…

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