I'm having a lot of trouble with this story, I'm not completely sure what I must write. (some sort of Writer's block I guess.) So don't expect much of this chapter.

Chapter four
unpleasant surprise, pleasant surprise.

Jack silently opened the door and entered the house, he had expected to hear Uno running up to him and jumping on him, but his dog was nowhere to be heard. He closed the door behind him and made his way to the living room. Uno wasn't there, nor in any of the other rooms.

"Uno?" He called beginning to feel worried. His father entered the room. "What did you do? Where's Uno?" Jack asked his father.

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything to that God forsaken dog of yours." Said the man without looking at his son he continued. "He just died."

"What?" Jack asked, feeling the back of his eyes sting.

"Can't help it, animals die."

"Where is he? I want to see him." Jack said, his voice trembling.

"Jack, listen. He's dead."

"You killed him, you killed my dog!" Yelled Jack, tears making there way down his cheeks.

"What are you talking about?" The father grabbed some papers where he was looking for and exited the room without giving Jack another look.

Where was Uno? Where was the only thing in his live that kept him from dying? What had his father done to Uno? burying his face in his hands he sank to the ground and sat there for what seemed like hours. It was his father who came into the room again that made Jack stand up again.

"We are going away tomorrow." He said.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked, his voice still unstable.

"We're going away for a couple of weeks."

"Why?"

"I've got some business to take care of. That's why." The father answered irritated.

"Dad," Jack said, tears began to stream again, "can you please tell me what happened to Uno? Can you, just this ones, take a minute to explain where my dog is?"

"I just found that dog dead, that's the story." The man disappeared from view, closing the door behind him. Again leaving Jack not knowing where his dog was. And something in Jack knew he was never going to see his brown beautiful dog ever again.

Jack woke the next morning not remembering the nightmares that had haunted him the entire night. He got out of bed, dressed and started his way to the kitchen. Where he ate a single piece of bread. He had just finished it, when his father entered the kitchen. Jack had already packed his bags, as his father had told him to do, and had brought the two bags down to the hall, where he had placed them next to his father's. He didn't know where they where going to, only that his father wasn't really happy with it. Every time Jack had asked, his father had either walked away, or did as if he hadn't heard.

An hour after Jack had ate they where on there way to wherever they where heading for. His father had said it was going to be a long ride and it was. It took them somewhat like three to four hours to get there. For all that time non of them spoke. Jack leaned bored against the little window while his father was reading some of the papers he had brought with him. The sun rose till it was shining bright. Jack looked out of the window occasionally, to see what was out there.

Some time later they had arrived and his father got out, followed by Jack who looked around. His yaw dropped, this wasn't bad, this wasn't bad at all. He looked at the horizon, across a beautiful sea. He could hear the waves crashing into the shores. A smile appeared on his face, but he quickly removed it when his father gazed at him.

"Come Jack," his father walked away, Jack followed his quickly. The bags would be brought to the house later on. Jack didn't know what to do, he was clad he could see the sea again, there was only one problem. His father wouldn't let him. He had to go in secret, hoping his father wouldn't find out. He had to go to that sea, it was just too beautiful and powerful.

And again it's short, but longer that this, I couldn't make it. Please review!