I begin to realise that Harper has not only left the house, but most certainly against her will. I then being to find small traces of obvious unwillingness and persistence to follow their violent orders. At just the right angel of sunlight can you see large and small shoe and skid marks covering the old dusty floors. The shine may be rather dull, but the force along the boards must have had quite a force to leave such significant and clear marks.
This only worries me further, and I sigh loudly in frustration.
I search around the house for more clues, inside I notice the small tables and chairs on the small apartment deck have been hassled with.
The chair has been tipped over, a glass of what appears to have been water, shattered and spilt close by. The journey from the deck, to the front door leaves small signs of struggle, such as a photo frame tipped over, furniture dishevelled. Realisation and confirmation start to pile up. With every clue that becomes unsolved, the quicker the beating of my heart becomes.
I ran faster than thought possible to the landline phone, only to find unfortunately that it has been roughly disconnected, the wires cut forcefully with some sort of sharp blade. Clumsily running towards the main living area, I trip over even the smallest of things. Unable to keep a clear head.
'I must find my mobile.' I command myself.
It doesn't seem to be anywhere, until I realise the last place was on the kitchen table top, after arriving late home from work.
'Please, don't let them have taken my last solution of help' I scream loudly inside of my mind, in which feels thick of smoke.
I feel like I'm on the brink of crying many tears of frustration.
I scan the tabletop for the black iPhone 4 that could mean life or death right now, and see it positioned oddly in the direct middle.
Not only had they not taken the phone from me, but had also left two things in return. A small ringlet of Harper's healthy brunette hair. Along side it is a small white note. My heart is beating so hard, I can feel it through my whole entire body. My curiosity gets the better of me as I tear the note roughly open. Clearly typed are the chilling words.
'It's sad really, this is the last 'piece' you'll ever have of her.
Now she is mine, to do with whatever I shall please, and I'll promise you on this I most definitely will. The things I have been waiting so long to do.
And the baby? It was mine nonetheless.'