Abducted. Taken. Stolen.

Harry

Even though there was never anything I ever had to worry about in life everything was set out for me, I always thought some way in the very back of my mind it would back fire but since it never did so what. I could party when I want do whatever

I want when I want and just not give a shit about anything. I always just went by one motto be young wild and free.I live the life I had straight out of high school starting my first semester in collage. I dated a lot in high school and it hasn’t changed now.I’ve never really had responsibility so therefore I had nothing to care about.I thought my life was always going to be about partying and being care-free.

At least until the age of 19 I got stuck with a baby, I was terrified I didn’t know what to do I didn’t in a millions years wanted to be tied down especially with something like a baby.To make it worse the mother was a lady I never even knew it was just some girl who was 21 that I met at bar, I snuck in using my friends fake ID. I thought she was pretty hot so I bought her a drink and one thing led to another. She kept dropping strong hints eventually I banged her on floor of the filthy bar.

It reeked of cigars, alcohol and vomit but neither of us seemed to care. I scribbled my number on the back of a receipt left it there and walked out so she can pull herself together.
A week passed and she hadn’t called or even texted me I figured it was just a fling and she didn’t want to get into anything serious so I forgot about her and went back to my usual partying and studying. It wasn’t until two weeks past where I got terrible news. She texted me saying she wanted to talk and it was really important I figured she wanted to start dating again.
My entire life changed the second I opened my front door, I opened the door to see her crying her mascara had already start to run tears couldn’t stop streaming from her cheeks she looked like a complete mess.

“Is everything alright”?

“No! You stupid bastard!!”

“What”?

“You ruined my life!!! I don’tbaby want a ****!!”

“Whoa whoa whoa a what”?!?!?!?

“You heard me!!!”

“Listen we only hooked up once I doubt it’s mine”

“Yes it is!! You’re the only person I’ve been with”!!

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing….

“Fine come in take a seat on the couch so we could talk or whatever”

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded. I stepped aside allow her room to step through the doorway and make her way to somewhat spacey living room. We sit on opposite sides of the couch trying to avoid any or all eye contact.

“Are you sure it was positive…. I mean what if it was faulty..”

She sniffs then shakes her head.

“I’m sure I took five at home and one at the doctor they all came out positive”

Oh no….No No No No No this couldn’t have come at a worst time.

“What are we going to do”

“I don’t know.. I really don’t”

That’s where it started through the whole nine months she was pregnant it was a rocky we argued now and then mainly during the first trimester when I would have to talk her out of getting an abortion. She wanted to keep her life of partying as did I but my father Des gave me a long lecture about growing up and someone was going to “depend” on me. I didn’t care about what he said though.
It wasn’t until the night Leticia was born is when I realized I needed to step up. When I held her in my arms the first time I never wanted to let go she was so tiny and precious. That’s when it hit me I’m a dad now…I’m a dad now… She’s going to be depending on me I need to protect her she’s my baby.

My little girl.

Nancy didn’t want to hold her or really want to see her, after about a week of staying up at night getting no sleep and having no time for yourself.

“Harry I’m so sick of ALL of this”!!!

“Just hang in there it’ll get better”

“No! It’s not I just-just.. “

“Oh don’t say not again”

“Want to leave”!!!!

“every day you tell me your going to so just go!”

“Then I’ll be doing myself favors have fun raising that dirty little leech”!!!

She grabbed her already packed bags and walked right out the door I didn’t go after her or even try to stop her. Leticia was only a week old when that happened. Being a single dad at 19 was more than difficult while all my friends were out having fun I was taking care of a baby working a job part-time at a local bakery and on top of it staying in school (while I worked or was at school my mom Anne took care of Leticia).I was grateful for Des especially he paid my rent which took some weight off my shoulders but there were other things to pay for especially diapers and baby formula.
I almost never went out when I did it was for diapers or groceries. Sure I was fed up at times having to step up and grow up sooner and what not but at the same time I never knew I could love something so much and that was being a father.

Today I’m a lawyer making a lot better money and I’m in pain the kind of pain only a father who had his only child taken from him can feel. She was taken when she was eight she would have been fourteen today.

I blame myself everyday for her going missing mainly because every day I would walk her to
school or drive her. One day on a Friday she begged me to let her walk by herself usually I would say no but this time I don’t know why I said yes. That day she didn’t come home I called the school and asked neighbors if they’d seen her none of them did. I panicked and called the police, they checked street camers and sure enough they found something.
Watching that video was heart breaking a black Range Rover pulls up slowly by her someone gets out of the car grabs my little girlshe screams and cries trying to get away repeating the words Daddy help me….. Then the car drives off just like that. The car had no licenses place so there was no way they could have tracked it. I’m never going to give up hope though she’s out there.

I can just imagine her black curly hair bright smile and facial features I’d know any where.

Leticia

I’m sitting at the kitchen table trying to finish reading the last chapter of my book but my sister are being too loud. I turn around and shout

“Hey! Calm down”

Klohe shoves Kim aside and says smirking

“Kim started it!”

Kim smacks her arm playfully then throws her head back and laughs.

“Maybe I did but you deserved it that was my cupcake and you shouldn’t have eaten it”

“Wah wah wha that’s all I hear”

“You’re so mature you know that”

My mom Kris walks in and hugs me from behind.

“Happy Birthday! Your 14”!

“Mom my birthday was a week ago remember”

“Well happy late birthday you know I was in Rio with Kylie and Kendall”

“I know I got to spend it with Kourtney though”

“Stop guilt tripping me and eat your pancakes”

“Fine. Fine. But your still taking me to that restaurant I’ve been dying to try”

“Of course just me and you”

Khloe looks up offended.

“Mother I want to go too”!

Kim sets down her phone and joins in.

“So do I”!

Then with the perfect timing Kourtney walks in with Kendall and Kylie.

“What’s going on in her late party plans”

Mom frustrated throws her arms in the air and says

“Why don’t we all just go”
Kylie says

“I’ll tell daddy Bruce then”

Well looks like my crazy family has my birthday figured out . I roll my eyes and walk outside I don’t have many friends other than Demi,Belle and Selena.
Just three since I’ve been home schooled I don’t know how long I don’t have memories before the age of nine. Mom says it’s nothing to worry about and she said they lost my early childhood photos in a house fire. I pull back my pure red hair into a ponytail and sit my pool. It’s strange having this natural hair color. But I never question it because if do mother gets mad. Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong to this family because of how different I seem I’m not nearly as perfect as anyone in it.
Mom always calls me a “miracle” because when the doctor told her she couldn’t have anymore kids I came along just in time.

I take a deep breath and look at my reflection I know I don’t belong here I just wish….I was never apart of this family. Mom comes to me a little too excited.

“What is it now mother?”

“Well you’ll never guess who’s coming to your birthday dinner”!

“Who…”

God please don’t be Robin (He’s like 39 or 40). He’s some guy I need to marry or whatever, I know what your thinking but it’s tradition in our family who the daughter gets to marry and she’s wanting for us to be promised to each other. It’s digusting it doesn’t brother them one bit he’s old enough to be my father.

“Robin”!

“Wow what a surprise”

“You should be excited I laid out what your going to wear and Kylie is doing your hair and
make-up when were done with you you’ll look truly flawless”

“Fine sounds great..”

She runs back into the house looks like I better start getting ready, when I see the dress she wants me to wear I instantly think no. It’s black lengthy and doesn’t look like something someone my age shouldn’t be wearing.
I just hope it all goes by quick.

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