I woke up to darkness all around me. Where was I? It sort of looked like the forest that was behind my house, except more evil and dark. got up and looked around. "Where the hell am I?" I muttered to myself. I looked deep into the dark forest for a light or any sign of hope. Nothing, not a single movement, not even from an animal. It was like I was the only one. I was getting a bit scared. "MUMMY?" I heard Charlotte. "CHARLOTTE! WHERE ARE YOU SWEETIE?!" I heard my little girl. I wanted to run to the voice, but it sounded like it came from every direction. "Honey, answer me!" I shouted again. "MUMMY!" she screamed. "Yes Charlotte. I'm here! WHERE ARE YOU!?" I shouted again. She didn't answer me. It was like she couldn't hear me. I ran. I didn't know where I was running to, but I ran anyway. "Charlotte? Come here darling!" I shouted. "AHH!" I heard her scream, just like she did when I lost her. "Baby, come back," I cried, still running. I ran and ran and ran, until complete darkness. There were no more trees. I turned around, stumbling a bit, but there were no trees behind me either. "What the hell is going on?" I cried. I turned around again, and there stood Charlotte all beaten and bruised. "Baby...Charlotte," I cried and ran to give her a hug, but my hands couldn't touch her. When I went to touch her, my hands when straight through her, like a ghost. "Charlotte what happened?" tears were burning my cheeks as the dripped down. "Mummy, I'm gone now," she innocently said with her adorable voice that brightened the room. Why wasn't in brightening this room, or area, or where ever the hell I was. "What do you mean you gone?" I pleaded for her to answer my questions. My eyes were swollen and red from all the tears. "I'm dead mummy," she smiled. Why was she smiling. I fell to the floor in desperate despair wanting anyone to hold me tight. "NOO!!" I cried. This can't be right. I hid my head in my arms that were huddled on the ground. "Mummy? Are you okay Mummy?" I heard not a little girls voice, but a little boys voice. I looked up and there was Sam, in my bedroom. I was on my bed. I was sweating so much. "It was just a dream," I whispered to myself. I was so relieved. "Sam," I gave him a big hug. "I'm okay. I'm okay," I rocked him in my arms.
*NOTICE* (this is not part of the story)
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"KNOCK KNOCK* I heard a loud knock on the front door. I went down stairs, keeping Sam close to my side. "Wh....who is it?" I asked standing away from the door. "The police ma'am. I am Sergeant Stanley, here to help with the case" he called out. "Oh..ok, just a second," I replied. I got to the door and unlocked it. I looked through the peep hole and sat a tall man in a uniform. As I opened the door he nodded his head politely and walked in as I gestured him to. I made us a brew and sat in the living room to discuss the issue. "Miss Horan?" he asked. "Mrs" I corrected him. "Oh, sorry. Mrs Horan. We have had helicopters and cars search the whole area, but no sign yet. We would just like to ask a few questions if that's okay," he said with his deep commanding voice. "I guess so..yeah," I answered. He nodded and continued to talk, "So, do you know what he or she looks like?" I didn't, that was no help. I shook my head and looked down to face my hands that were resting on my lap, "I'm sorry." "No, no. That's quite alright," he insisted. Wait, didn't Sam say there was a mean lady taking Charlotte? "Wait, Sam said something about it being a mean lady," I said quickly. "So, did Sam see her?" he asked jotting a few things on paper. I guess so. "Sam honey? Did you see the lady that look Charlotte?" I asked turning to Sam that was sat beside me. He nodded and I suddenly felt better about everything, like we were going to find her. "What did she look like Sam?" Sargent Stanley asked him in a kind voice. "Well, black on her head and eyes like uncle Liam and she was mean and she took Charlotte. Mummy, the lady took Charlotte," Sam said. Aww, bless him. He has no idea what is happening. "I know honey, I know," I rocked him in my arms. "So, she had black hair. What colour are Uncle Liam's eyes?" Sargent Stanley asked. "Brown," I replied quick. "So Sam? Was it long or short hair?" he asked. "Up to here," Sam said pointing to his neck just below his ear. "Okay, thank you Sam, you have been a great help. I think I'm done here," Sargent said and he stood up. I got up and walked him to the front door, then we shook hands and he left. I closed the door behind me and rested on it. "What am I going to do now?" I sighed. What am I going to tell Niall? I don't think I should tell him, it will defiantly ruin his tour. No, I can't do that to him. He is the father and my husband...he deserves to know. I ran upstairs to get my phone and ran straight back to Sam in the living room.
"Hello babe," a familiar voice sounded from the other end of the phone call.
"Hello Niall," I said.
"Babe? What's up? You okay?" he asked. He sounded happy. How could I ruin this for him? It was too mean, but I have to.
"Well, no...I'm not okay. Niall, I need to tell you something," I sighed.
"No matter what you say or do, I will always love you," it sounded like he became extremely upset.
"No Niall...I'm not breaking up with you! Don't worry about that. It's just...Charlotte," I was now crying.
"That's good then, but what happened to Charlotte. Baby, tell me..!" he became nervous.
"Well...someo....someone to...took her away," I couldn't help but stumble from all the crying. My face was so red and puffy from the strain I had been holding.
"What do you mean?" he sounded so shocked.
"Well, when we were outside," I cried, "They were in the cubby house and a lady jumped over the....the fence and.....and...."
"Say no more, I understand," he sighed. "Baby, I'm coming home," I could hear him sniffing the tears away. He must of been somewhere important.
"What's happened?" I heard Liam ask in the background.
"We are going home," Niall replied to him, "Okay Isabell? I will be home tonight. I love you."
"I love you too," I was crying.
What just happened? This isn't real...it can't be. We have been though too much, and now this. Why was god doing this to us? I felt tears build up in my eyes and I sat on the bed of our hotel. I had told the boys what happened and they were packing, just as I should of been, but I couldn't move. My eyes were stuck on the door, thinking about my family. This wasn't fair. No one in the world should have to go through something like this. A tear fell down my cheek, but I didn't bother to wipe it away fast like I usually did. I let if fall to my lips. I hoped that crying would drain the sorrow and sadness away, but it didn't. The door creaked open and I fast wiped my cheek and licked my lips to get the tear away. I could taste the salt and I coughed and swallowed hard like there was a lump in my throat. Liam entered the room, but he didn't say anything. He just grabbed my suitcase from the corner of the room and started to fill it with my clothes. Liam broke the silence after about 5 minutes, "I know it's never fair." "Why?" was all I managed to say until tears were continuously falling. Liam ran to my side and hugged me tight. "It's gods way of having fun," Liam cursed. "It's not very funny," I mumbled under my breath. "I know," he answered hugging my tighter, "I'll be right back." He walked out the room and 5 minutes later he came back with a hot chocolate. "Here, you drink this while I finish packing your bags," he vaguely smiled. "Thank you," I croaked grabbing the cup. "We leaving in about an hour by the way. Louis called up management and they cancelled the rest of the shows and events," he added, "We will start search as soon as we get home." He could see that I was only thinking about Charlotte. I didn't care about what management had to say about it, I hate management anyway. I just want to get home to Isabell and Sam then we can start to search for Charlotte just like Liam said. There were a thousand words I wanted to get off my chest but I just couldn't. It was too hard.