Chapter 2: Missing
Nessie's POV
I watched as my husband and three sons phased into wolves once we had reached Yellow Stone National Park. We've had problems with wild and bloodthirsty vampires around here and the men in my life were determined to catch them. They took it upon themselves to protect humans wherever it was that we lived.
I would not see them until tonight, when I would go hunting with my three boys. Tomorrow we were all going to go cliff diving all day.
In the mean time I was going to go to work. I worked as a cook in a local restaurant. I didn't like eating, in fact I have never even tasted anything that I've made, but apparently I'm good at it. Even my own kids love it and they can be pretty picky.
Business was slow today at work. But unfortunately I was stuck there until 9pm which was closing time.
It was around 8pm when I got a phone call from Jacob. Right away I knew that something was up because he never called me this close to closing time. But here he was calling.
"Nessie" Jacob said in a worried tone that only made me worry more.
"Jacob what's wrong?" I asked him.
"It's Alexia" he said and immediately my thoughts wondered to my one and only daughter. My heart started racing. What could have happened to her?! She was completely human and therefore I worried about her the most. I'd die if anything happened to her!
"What about her?" I asked slowly.
"Well about an hour and a half ago I got a call from her boss. Apparently she never showed up for work today. He's been calling her all day but her cellphone has been off. I tried calling all her friends and they haven't heard from her all day. We can't find a trace of her scent around here either. Nessie I think she is missing"
My head began to spin and I had to grip the counter for support. No! Not my daughter! Not my baby girl! I had to find her! We had to find her!
"Okay I'm on my way" I told him. I nearly broke my phone when I hung up.
I left without even telling my boss, but I didn't care about that. The only thing I cared about was finding my daughter and making sure that she was okay. If something or someone hurt her I would absolutely lose my mind! She had to be okay, she just had to be!
As soon as I was sure that I was not going to pass out I put my key in the ignition and started the car. Thoughts of my precious girl filled my mind. She was only human. So much could happen to her.
I have never admitted this to anyone before, not even Jacob, but ever since my children were babies I had always favored my daughter a little more then my sons. I mean, I loved all of my children equally, but since my sons always exhibited strong vampire traits they were always advanced and independent for their age, But things were different with Alexia. She was just like any other human baby and she depended on me more then my other kids did. I liked that. It made me feel needed. She made me feel needed and I needed her. I had to find her!
Sheer panic was beginning to overwhelm me. What if something terrible had happened to her?! I briefly thought back to the time that I ran away 19 years ago. I ran away from the one family I had ever known and loved and I have not seen them since. I have no desire to see my family ever again. But I wondered how my parents must have felt when I ran away. Were they as worried about me as I am about Alexia? Probably not. They were so angry at me for something that I did not even do. They did not believe me when I told them otherwise. I refused to live with them if they were going to continue treating me like the thief they thought I was. If they were not going to trust me then I had every right to leave them.
As soon as I got home and nearly broke the door when I ran in. Only Jacob was there.
"Any sign of her?" I asked desperately.
He sighed. He looked every bit as worried as I felt. "The boys are out looking but there does not seem to be any sign of her. It seems as if she has just simply vanished" he told me.
I could not contain myself any longer. I started crying. My baby girl was missing and we had no idea why!
Jacob was at my side instantly. "Don't worry we will find her"
I did not even answer him. I walked upstairs to her room. It had been a long time since I was last in there. Much too long. I stopped when I saw a picture of my daughter. I grabbed the picture and just stared at it. She was the spitting image of my mother. She had the same brown hair, heart shaped face, wide forehead, and chocolate brown eyes. She was the only one of my children to inherit mine and my mother's eye color. She's every bit as clumsy as they say my mother was as a human. My daughter could have easily been my mother's clone. She had everything from her looks to her height and weight. Sometimes when I looked at her I forgot that I was looking at my daughter instead of my mother.
I just held the photo close to my chest and cried. Then I saw something under her bed. It was a journal. I didn't even know that my daughter kept a journal. But it was filled with pages and pages of stuff.
I began to read it. I was shocked by everything that I was reading. She was being bullied by other girls at her school and several boys were repeatedly harassing her. What kind of mother am I that I don't even know what is going on in my own daughter's life. But it wasn't just her school troubles she wrote about. She wrote about everything.
She has been feeling neglected by her own family. It bothered me when I realized that everything she wrote was true. Every activity we did together as a family was too dangerous for her. I realized that we almost never include her in our family outings.
But then it got even worse. She seemed to believe that we thought she was less valuable just because she was human. She hates the very fact that she is human. She hates what she is. And it's all our fault. She was depressed because of us. So she ran away. She talked about running away in her diary and now I know that is what she did. It was all our fault.
I started crying even more and harder when I realized that we were the reason she was missing.
"Nessie, it's okay. We will find her" I looked up when I heard Jacob's voice. I was surprised when I realized he had been crying to.
"Jacob read this" I said as I tossed him the journal. He caught it with surprise and began reading.
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