The Hunting of Lewis (Part 17)


Braquel Schiermeyer, Contributor

“Dad?! That’s his father?” I was in shock. The man who almost killed the Richardsons was my boyfriend’s father. I knew he looked familiar, I just hadn’t put it together until now. It all made sense now. His dad was never around. He was always off on “business” whenever I went over to his house. Turns out that he works for Top Assassins in America. Not to be confused with America’s #1 watched show, “Next Top Killer”.

I was confused, how was this Jake’s father? Jake was such a good kid, how did he come from that? How did his mom fall in love with someone that kills people? I was freaking out. Then all of the sudden, Jake stopped talking. I had no idea what he had been talking about because I had been a little preoccupied trying to figure out where I was and what was happening to me. I looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening to you. What did you say?” He rolled his eyes and said, “I was asking you how you came across this whole situation?”

“Okay, first of all, do not roll your eyes at me. I don’t think you understand what has been happening in my life over the span of like 2 months. I witnessed a family get hit at a stoplight and die. I went over to a guy’s house and later figured out that the family I saw die wasn’t dead at all. They’re alive and well actually. Then my best friend got kidnapped and I’m still trying to find her by the way. Then I got kidnapped. Oh ya, and to top it all off, my boyfriend’s dad is a murderer! So, Jake, I would like to tell you…please don’t roll your eyes at me. Not now, not EVER!” I was so fired up, but when I looked up at Jake, his face was expressing an emotion that I was not expecting: Joy. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t joy.

He looked at me and said, “I’m so sorry about what you’re going through, but I got what I came for.” He walked over to me, kissed me on the forehead, and began to walk away. He got to the door and then paused. “Don’t go anywhere.” He said with a crooked smile and then left.

(to be continued…)