Son
Chapter Two
Sorry about the long time to update. Thanks for understanding. Kind of a short chapter, but its better than nothing!
He slowly came to. He was hot and everything was dark. Cold metal encased his wrists. He could feel the lumpy mattress beneath him. He could tell that some type of cloth was over his eyes.
The faint sound of a door opening caught his attention. His head snapped in the direction of the sound. It slammed shut. High heels clicked as the woman came down stairs then stopped. Bright light met his eyes as the cloth came off his eyes.
He squinted and saw the outline of a woman.
"Hello Kyle." the woman said.
Kyle recognized the voice as Anna's. When his vision came into focus he could see her squatting down. He sat on a mattress that was on a dirt floor. His wrists were just below his chin at an odd angle. Handcuffs connected him to a metal ring coming out of the wall.
"What do you want from me?"
She smiled at him. "Remember when I told you I was a friend of your father's? Well I was. He murdered my husband in cold blood. That guy from the hummer? Killed his son, too. We decided to get even with him. In order to do that we're going to make him hurt like we were. You're how we plan on doing it."
Kyle's eyes went wide.
"When it starts, you'll wish you were dead."
"Please. Don't do it." Kyle begged.
Anna just laughed. She stood up and headed up the stairs. The door locked behind her. Kyle began to frantically pull at the handcuffs. All they did was clink against the ring and cut into his wrists. A little stream of blood trickled down his left forearm.
He looked around the room for anything to help him out. There was nothing that could help him escape his bindings. It seemed like he was in a basement. The only light was coming in from a small window on the top of a wall. The sun beating down on him was making him sweat and the handcuffs hot.
Outside a car started. Two car door slammed closed. The car revved its engine before leaving. They had left Kyle alone. Now was his chance to scream for help. But he didn't know if anyone would hear him. Or if he was still in Miami. It couldn't hurt to try.
"Help! Somebody help me!"
He screamed until his lungs started to burn and broke into a fit of sobs. No one was going to hear him as they tortured him. They could do whatever they wanted and no one would notice. He was completely at their mercy.
Horatio glanced at his watch. He was twenty minutes late and had been waiting for an additional five minutes. Kyle was no where to be found. Sure he was late but Kyle should still be there.
He got out of the hummer and headed into the detention center. He walked to the main desk.
"Can I help you?" the officer asked.
"I'm lieutenant Horatio Caine. I'm looking for Kyle Harmon."
The officer typed his name into the computer. Soon the computer began to beep. "He was released twenty five minutes ago."
"Did you see anyone pick him up?"
"There was a silver hummer but I couldn't see the driver. He got into the passenger seat and they took off."
Horatio took out his phone and started dialing a number.
"Is something wrong lieutenant?"
"Kyle… has been kidnapped."