Chapter 32- Odd Sense Of Familiarity
Walking in the sheriff office was exciting and brought anxiety to the couple. It only had been two or three days since Koel was kidnapped. As heartbreaking as it was for them; it also caused much more difficulties to arise.
Alice's nose crinkles by the frosty touch from the air. Winter was upon them soon. Soon holidays will come and go. And for now her focus was her son. She had to find her son. She came into the building with ambition to find her son. Fp looks over at the frosty window and sighs as he pulls the handle. He's afraid what could behind that door. It could be good or terribly horribly bad. Either way was giving him anxiety. All he wanted was to squeeze him until he said "Dada" or cry until he had no tears left.
Tom enters the room with a strict look. His hair was slick back and his face look as if he was exhausted. Truth to be told was he was. He wasn't getting sleep. Sierra kept telling to take a break. But he knew that Alice and Fp wouldn't take breaks to find their son. So why should he?
He signals Fp and Alice to take a seat. Alice nods her head and takes a seat next to Fp. His hand squeezing hers gently as they wait for Tom to open his mouth. Their hearts thump and their feet tap on the ground.
"I called you in to discuss…" Tom's voice blurred in as Alice's throat went numb.
Her nails dug into Fp's palm and she felt him squeeze her hand back. "Discuss what Tom?! I don't have all day!" Alice snapped as her eyes weakened for the answer.
Tom takes a deep breath and slowly opens his mouth. He knows that this their only option. He gets out of his chair and opens his office door. Fp's eyes widened and slowly his heart rate increased.
"I would like to introduce you to Detective Adam Smith. He's here to help us find Koel." Fp greets the young blonde man with a firm handshake.
Detective Adam returned the handshake and smiled at the blonde in the office chair. Alice slowly got out her chair and approached the young man. His jawline looked so familiar. She just didn't know where she'd seen it before. He was kind and genuine. All the characteristics in one man. His smile only made her stomach bubble with happiness. Which was odd; since her son's missing and she has no idea where he could be.
With a smile Alice walks over to Adam and shakes his hand friendly and smiles at him. He smiles back and they start discussing how they are going to find her son. She's grateful for his help.
She sits back down and Fp's hand was instantly on her back. She blinks her eyes as she tries not to get emotional. She wants to her his laugh again and have his morning kisses. This isn't fair to her. She misses him so much to the point it kills her inside.
They sit down at the desk looking down at his file. Adam Smith looked at the file report, his eyes grew soft. He had secrets he was hiding too. Fp listener to Tom and Adam go over to answers. By the end of the meeting, it still didn't bring any news. No happiness. Pain was still hollow in their hearts. Fp couldn't stand going home at night to empty house. He still had his oldest, Jughead and Jellybean. But Koel was still missing and he couldn't bear it anymore.
A few hours after he dropped Alice off back home. Meeting new Detective was backbreaking for him. There was just something about the guy that made him question himself. Was he trying to find his son? Would another drink soothe the pain? He had one more stop to go. Days like this. He wished—no prayed for a drink. He knows it's not good. It's a very bad idea. But sometimes he can't handle all this without a power helper. That's what he likes to call them. Maybe it helps him. Or drowns the guilt if he calls them another name.
He pulls into the location, blood pumping from his heart and to all veins. He wants to seem like he's okay. But really he's struggling to juggle everything. His feet hit the brake and his lungs fill with air. He can't believe what's he going to do. He hasn't seen the man in years. What has changed? Most likely nothing. This man will still responsible for ruining his life. Every nightmare will be brought to life when he lays eyes on him. So why bother? FP needs answers. He needs to know if he's still in prison, not running around holding his three-month-old son hostage. It's killing him to not see little man. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. No it was never supposed to be this way— ever.
His hands shake as he waits for the man and stares in his cold bloodless eyes. He's still the man he was twenty-six years ago or even longer. He feels instantly empty as he looks into his eyes. The cold was still present, far from gone. He could practically hear the man's laugh as he stared at his tightly closed lips.
The last time he laid eyes on this man sitting behind glossy streaked class before him; he was standing over his sister's cold lifeless body. Fp will never forget his evil grin as he held onto his sister crying. This man he was seeing again after all those years passed; still brought pain and resentment along with him.
"Ah… I can't say I'm surprised, Son." The man behind the glass uttered as Fp's blood boiled.
He can't even stop his hands from pounding on the table. His father was in his eyes sight. He never thought he would ever see this bastard again. He wishes he never stepped foot into this situation.
"No, Father. This isn't going to be a long visit." His voice was hard and cold like he intended.
His father chuckled causing his blood to boil even more. His uncontrollable anger still haunted him. His drinking still haunted him. Everything about his father still haunted him.
His father sucks his lips together and rolled his eyes," Well, son. What brings your presence?"
Fp's hands curl into fists and he fakes a smile," So, you haven't stolen another child have you?"
His father rolls his eyes," Forsythe, what shit has the Serpents told you? I never laid a hand on her. I've been rotting behind these bars because of lies." Fp just scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"Killing a child is a lie?"
"Yes."
"And you haven't tried jailbreak?" His father's smile leaves and stares at his son.
"No." The older man says," I've been locked in here, Fp."
A sigh escapes Fp's locked tight lips. His father didn't take his son. He check one person off his list. But who else could it be? Tallboy? He was found dead three months ago. No cause of death. Just plateaued out of nowhere.
"Good." He says after pausing," We are done here." He adds while setting the phone on the hook.
"Wait." He looks at his father with a hard-stone glare." Explain to me why you came. You haven't seen me since you were thirteen. Why now?"
Really he wants to tell his father to fuck off. He has no right to ask. He also doesn't want to speak to him. He's the reason he lost his little sister. He's the reason his kids had to grow up without an aunt. He took his sister away from him. She still had so much life to live and now she's gone.
"You gotta be kidding?! You want to catch up now?! No not gonna happen, Forsythe! You lost that when you beat mom and killed Abby!" He went off on his father. He didn't care what he was going to get back.
His father looked hurt. But he didn't care," Fp… I'm sorry. I've been thinking about what I've done and I'm sorry, Son." Fp bites his tongue as he listens to his father's useless excuses.
"Your sorry?!" His father nods," Well it's too late!" He holds in his tears as he starts shouting at his father. You're too late, Father! You killed Abby and drove away Mom!" His eyes ached as he feels all his anger releasing all at once.
"I heard about Jughead!" He stops yelling and looks at his father with cold murderous eyes.
He stabs his finger into the glass," You stay away from my son! If you ever get outta here?! You stay away from my son! I won't lose another person I care about and I love because of you!"
Forsythe 1st glares at him. He hates that his son still hates him. But he did kill his own daughter and beat his wife until she got up and left him.
"I wasn't going to…!"He pauses, breathes heavily." I know you'll never forgive me for killing Abby. I know that was wrong and I deserve this for what I've done. But your still my son. I've been sober since I got in here. I've had time to think. A lot of time actually." He watches his son flinch. He can tell he hit a nerve.
"No I won't forgive you. And I appreciate that you're sober. But I can't forgive you for killing my sister and driving mom away. I'm in my forties. I've two sons and one daughter. Also Alice. She's back in my life. And my other son is now dead. I have adopted daughter. She's my life and now I'm trying to find my son. He's gone." He feels like he's cracking.
The silence grows, Father making up for lost time speaks," Fp… I had no idea. The men in here don't tell me much. I have men on the outside that could help you —"
He holds his hand to the glass," No! I don't want your help! I'll do it on my own! You were never much help anyway!" He snaps as he slams the phone down and glares as his final goodbye to his father.