Maybe They'll Leave You Alone But Not Me

It’s been a week since I chased her. If I hadn’t tripped on Hayden’s toy, I would’ve caught her. I hobbled back inside and went to bed. I’d find her soon enough. No one would believe her story anyway, because they all trusted me. Ian Ryder is the best candidate foster dad in the system. The next day, I woke up with a swollen ankle and a temper. I quickly got dressed and hobbled down the stairs to breakfast. Michelle was in front of the stove making my omelet and Hayden sat in his chair, happily munching on Cheerios.

“Moring Michelle. How’s my little man?” I said as I kissed my wife and ruffled Hayden’s hair.

“Moring Honey. Hayden, why don’t you go brush your teeth?” Hayden nodded and went upstairs. Michelle placed the plate in front of me and kissed my cheek.

“Irina wasn’t in her bed. Where is she?”

“She ran away. I tried to catch her, but I tripped on Hayden’s Tonka truck.”

“Poor girl. I wonder why she ran away. Oh well, I’ll notify the social workers.”

“Actually, Michelle, let’s hold off on doing that. She has no money or friends. We’ll find her soon enough. I’ll go drive around and find her today. If we don’t find her in two weeks, then we’ll let them know.”

“Okay. Well, I need a few groceries. Can you go to the store and get them?”

“Sure. Just let me finish my omelet.” I quickly ate and grabbed the list. As I climbed into our white suburban, I turned on the news channel, hoping to hear anything about Irina on the radio. I drove in silence, looking for the familiar silver hair. As I pulled into the parking lot, I spotted her. She pushed a cart with a guy beside her. She looked around warily, never spotting me. I circled the lot and followed the car to a house in a neighborhood. The boy helped Irina carry the groceries in, all while staring at her. A flare of jealousy rose in me. That was my Irina. My little play thing. I drove by and planned on how to get her back. I watched them for several days. Irina never strayed far from the boy and eventually I caught them holding hands. This infuriated me. I found out he was the owner of Helena’s. I was going to get her back. And she was going to regret ever leaving my house.

Notes

This, my dear readers, is setting up my next few chapters. It's short and to the point. Ian is a very twisted man. Tomorrow will have the beginning of the end. Please continue to read! Remember:

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