Silence ensued for a while. "That complicates things a bit, but not to worry, there is no problem without a solution. I know a good doctor somewhere outside of town. He can get that thing in you out with zero complications."
Sarah exploded. "Oh you sick bastard! Do you really think that ...?" Click. Taylor had ended the call.
Sarah began to pace around the room. She really hoped John was okay.
He remembered reaching for the ice-cream, but the explosion had knocked him to the ground. The butler took one look behind him and told him to run! "Run son, run so they don't get you."
John cried. "What about papa and mama? I want my Nana!"
The butler shook his head. "Now is not the time to be a baby John. Run quick, do it now!"
John turned to rest on his other side. His head hurt, it felt like someone was drumming inside of it.
He remembered that night. He was in the living room, but had slipped away because he wanted more ice-cream, a request he was sure his mother or Nana would not have granted.
He went into the kitchen, and tiptoed to get more ice-cream from the fridge. He opened the fridge, only this time he heard a very familiar voice. It was Sarah. "John, I am scared." He started to approach her to give her some ice-cream, then he heard a loud bang and saw his beloved fading into ashes. No!!!!
"Nooooooooo!" John screamed as he awoke with a start. "Arghhh!" He winced in pain as he sat up. He should not have moved his head so fast. He traced his fingers around his temple until he came to the source of the pain. "Ouch!" he exclaimed. He could feel something sticky. Damn, it was his blood. But how had he gotten that injury? Then he remembered. The muscular guy must have hit him with something hard. It knocked him out. He knew it was the beginning of the end, Taylor had kidnapped him and would finally kill him. For the second time that day, he found himself wishing he had told his beloved just how much he loved her.
He tried to decipher his surroundings, but all he could see was darkness. He had to give Taylor his flowers, he had picked a spot where he could easily be killed and disposed of. He discovered that he had not really thought about death. A few months ago he would not have been scared of death, but now he had something, no someone to live for. He tried to move, but his legs were bound together. He tried to scream, but the pain in his head quietly dissuaded him from an activity that was certain to cause him more pain. Gently, he lay down to rest and awaited death, in whatever manner or form it would come.
Sarah was angry. She tried to call John again, but this time his number was switched off. She could not help but believe that her family had a hand in his disappearance. She wanted to call the police, but she knew her father controlled the police. So she called him. He picked after the first ring.
"Hello my daughter. It's been a long time since...."
Sarah cut in. "Oh shut up you fornicating murderer. You told me you would offer John a job if he adhered to your conditions. You wanted him to divorce me? John went to see you, and Taylor has confirmed that John was at the mansion today. His number is switched off, and I have been unable to reach him since then. If anything happens to John, I will kill myself! That way, both of us will lose!"
Peter Lance sighed. "Now take it easy Sarah. No one said anything about killing here. Yes John was here, and we had a um, minor disagreement, but none that would warrant killing, nor his disappearance. John left here on his own two feet, angry but alive and well."
Sarah exploded. "Nothing you say matters to me. I cannot believe that you and mom would go so far as to bribe people to prevent John from getting a job. That is the height of wickedness! Listen to me Peter Lance, I am pregnant for John. If anything happens to him, prepare for my burial, and yours." Click!
Peter was visibly shaken. He had never heard Sarah throw a tantrum like that before. She was always the most behaved of all his children. He wondered what could have happened to John. Did John have any enemies that could have him kidnapped, he wondered. Who would try to harm John, well apart from him. Sarah was obviously incensed. If they wanted Sarah to yield to their demands, they needed John alive. It was obvious she loved John, and perhaps that love could be used as an advantage. They would kidnap John and threaten to kill him if she did not sign the divorce papers, maybe they could do the same with John too. The plan could work, but they needed to find John, and fast! Peter Lance began to think. Who could have kidnapped John? Whoever did it had to have had a highly intelligent yet evil mind, someone with the resources to kidnap someone in the city center without so much as a trace. He quickly put two and two together and began to sprint. If it was whom he thought it was, time was not on his side. John could already be dead for all he knew.