Chapter 12
All round me, the men burst into wolves while the women burst into tears. As for me, I didn't do either. I was numb to the pain; anger filled every inch of me. Layla, my daughter. It was only thing that matter to me. When you fucked with me was one thing, when you fucked with my daughter that was a whole another level. There was going to be hell to pay. I turned away from the backdoor, and walked through the house. Without a word, I picked up Paul's car keys.
As I drove, my mind was working, pounding, forming a plot. I unfortunately, knew where that thing lived, from all the drives I took with Jake. I slammed on the brakes sliding across her front yard, leaving tire marks. I jumped out of the truck and slammed the door. I saw Bella peek out of the window, as I stormed up the porch and pounded on the door.
Bella shyly opened the door. "Can I help you?"
"Get your fucking bloodsuckers over here now. Some bloodsucker took our kids." I replied in a dangerous voice.
"Oh my god. Come in. I'll call Edward right away." Bella said as she backed away into the kitchen, nearly tripping on her feet. I rolled my eyes as I followed her in slamming the door.
Seconds later, the Cullen's surrounded me as I explained and they took off towards the territory line.
"Jacey, is there anything I can do to help?" Bella asked as I stood to leave.
"Yeah, call me if you hear anything. Jake left his phone at my house so just call him, or Emily, or someone. You can't imagine how this is killing us. Even me." I said softly, my voice cracking, tears filled my eyes and I fought them back. "I have to be the strong one though, I have to handle business." And with that I turned and left.
The drive home was the worst. I did everything I could. I alerted those who could help us. And now, without a plan, nothing held back the sorrow that filled me. Layla, my precious Layla. If someone hurt her, I'd kill them, the Paul and Seth could take care of the rest. The kids had to be okay, we couldn't lose them.
The scent of food filled my nose as I entered my house. Kim, Jared's imprint and mother to one of the kids who were taken whispered, "Emily bakes when she's upset. Plus she said the boys will need food when they come back."
I nodded and set in to help her. A few hours later, the mountains of food had been replaced and the boys were not back. I didn't have any more ingredients so no more food could be made. I tossed some wood into the fireplace and tried to relax, I could hear Emily, mother of 3 of the missing children, crying in the bathroom. No one talked. We were alone in our pain, silently worried about our men and children. I still fought the urge to cry. Time ticked by slowly. Kim has fallen asleep in a chair, Emily was half asleep on the couch, and Lauren (Brady's imprint) was lying on the rug watching the fire. She was a lucky one, she didn't have any children. Michaela (another lucky one) was asleep on the other chair, and I stood at the backdoor, staring into the woods.
Suddenly a pale boy darted out of the woods, carrying a small body. My legs felt like lead, as my heart and head screamed to jump him. He placed the body on the lawn, looked up and waved sadly at me, before disappearing. My voice managed to return to me before the use of my legs, I screamed as I ran towards the body.