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I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my cell phone ringing, so I rolled over and answered the call, “Hello?” I said groggily, clearing my throat so that I didn’t sound so tired.
“Hello, Ms. Dobbs, I am with the Houston police department. My name is Sharron, and I’m calling you about your daughter, Brielle?” A woman with a deeper voice, who I did not recognize, was calling me at one in the morning about my seventeen-year-old daughter-this can’t be good.
I sat up, pushing the phone closer to my ear, “Uh, yes. What about her? Is she okay?” I felt a pit of anxiety start to form in my stomach.
“I am calling to inform you that we believe your daughter has been kidnapped. We have witnesses reporting a vehicle driving off with her and a younger male suspect. We would like you to come into the office so that we can ask some questions and get some things straightened out. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Dobbs.” The phone clicked off, and I sat there for a moment in complete terror. The motherly instincts in me stepped up, and I ran out of the house to my car and sped off in the direction of the police station. I shook the entire way, not entirely understanding the severity of the situation.
After arriving, two male cops, each apologizing and seeming very disturbed, escorted me through the doors. They took me into a dimly lit room that had a single table with two chairs and a lamp in the corner. They told me that it’ll be just a moment until Sharron would be with me, and to stay put. They shut the door behind themselves and I sat there, alone in my thoughts. Who took Brielle? Why would they do this? Why my daughter? The last time I had seen her, she told me she was heading to her friend’s house to spend the night, and that was two nights ago. I didn’t question her absence because usually she’s gone for the entire weekend. She’s old enough; I don’t want to be overbearingly protective.
The door cracked open and in came the officer I was waiting for, "How are you holding up?" She sounded concerned, but looked blank. I wonder if she felt the same emotions I did, having to go through things like this often.
"I'm not." I said under my breath, watching her pull up a chair. She sighed deeply and looked me in the eye,
"Let's begin, shall we?" She said, opening a file and pulling papers out. "This isn't going to be an easy process, but we will try our hardest to find Brielle, Ms. Dobbs." She assured me.
*** Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, roughly two years later.
I turned the television on the news channel, not expecting to see my mother, who I haven't seen in a long time, staring at me through the camera. "Brielle, if you're out there, just know that I need to know if you're alive. Give me a sign that you're out there, please, honey. Anything. My number is still the same, and I won't be angry. I love-" the TV shut off abruptly and the love of my life stood in front of me, blocking out what used to be my life.
"You aren't that person anymore, you shouldn't see her." His deep voice still gives me chills. His name is Cameron. He's a very muscular and handsome twenty six-year-old, and he's shown me what love is. Every time I look into his big green eyes I fall more and more in love with him. At first I didn't understand what he was trying to prove to me, or why it was important, but I've grown to understand completely in the time I've been with him. I didn't look for this love, it came to me. Cameron taking me that afternoon was God giving me the love and safety I needed in life. I thought leaving everything I knew and cared about in life would be difficult, but having someone in your life like Cameron makes tough things like this easier. He's my rock, and I adore him so.
"I'm sorry, mom..." I thought to myself, nodding along to what Cameron was saying. "I love you, Cameron."
***Six months later in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
“I’m so sorry Cameron,” I said weeping on the floor with his cold, lifeless body lying in my arms, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for two years now.”
I had known from the beginning that I could not let Cameron brainwash me. Everything I had told him, everything I had done with him, was all just an act. I knew that if I convinced him that I had loved him as much as he loved me he would never see this coming. It was time for me to go back to my normal life.
I walked into the house I once knew so well, “Hi, mom… I’ve missed you”