213: THE CHASE
ARIEL’S POV
I walked into the grocery store; my mind occupied with the list of items I needed to pick up for dinner. As I made my way through the aisles, I overheard two little children arguing loudly near the candy
section.
“I saw it first!” the little boy exclaimed, tugging on a colorful pack of gummy bears.
“No, I did! You always get the first pick!” The little girl retorted, trying to snatch the pack from his
grasp.
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the familiar scene unfold before me. It reminded me of my twins back in Canada, who always fought over the smallest things. Sometimes. Oh, the sweet memories. Things weren’t the same anymore.
“I I made my way towards them, hoping to intervene before things got too out of hand. “Excuse me, said, catching their attention. “What seems to be the problem here?”
The children turned to look at me, their faces red with anger and frustration. “He won’t let me have the gummy bears!” the little girl complained.
“Well, it seems like there’s only one solution to this problem,” I told them, grinning.
They both looked at me, confusion evident on their faces. “What solution?” the little boy asked, still holding onto the gummy bears tightly.
I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of coins. “I’ll buy both of you a pack of gummy bears each. How does that sound?”
Their eyes widened in surprise and excitement. “Really?” they both exclaimed in unison.
I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. “Yes, really. But on one condition,” I said, holding up a
finger.
They both looked at me, waiting for me to continue. “You have to promise me that you won’t fight anymore. No more arguing over candy, okay?”
They both looked at each other, nodding in agreement. “Okay, we promise!” they said, their faces
beaming with happiness.
I walked them over to the candy section and let them each pick out their own pack of gummy bears. As they excitedly made their choices, I drew my mind back to Lukel and Janice. It was sweet having both of them by my side. It couldn’t be possible anymore.
Once they had their candy in hand, the children turned to me, their faces filled with gratitude. “Thank you so much!” they said, their little voices filled with genuine appreciation.
I patted them both on the head, a nostalgic feeling washing over me. “Remember, no fighting over
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So, I got into my car and began. I drove down the deserted road, lost in my thoughts when I saw her. Harriet was walking along the side of the road, her head down and her hands stuffed in the pockets of her black hoodie. I slammed on my bakes and pulled over to the side of the road,
Without a second thought, I jumpest out of my car and started running towards her, my feet pounding against the pavement. She must have heard me because she immediately started running as well, her hood falling off to reveal her wild, tangled hair
“Harriet!” I yelled, my voice desperate. “Walt”
But she just kept running, her pace quickening as she noticed me getting closer. I could see the fear in her eyes, and it only fueled me. I needed to talk to her to find out where she had taken my daughter.
We ran for what felt like forever, our feet pounding against the ground as we left the road behind and entered a deserted, sandy landscape. I could feel the sand crunching between my toes as we continued
Finally, I managed to catch up to her, and I grabbed her by the arm, slamming her to the ground. She let out a cry of pain as she hit the ground, but she didn’t stay down for long. She quickly scrambled to her feet and turned to face me, her eyes blazing with anger.
“What do you want?” she spat, her voice filled with venom.
“I want my daughter back.”
“Your daughter? I have no idea where she is. And she doesn’t need trash like you in her life,” Harriet
sneered.
1 felt a surge of anger wash over me at her words. How dare she insult me in such a way? Without thinking, I lashed out and punched her in the face, causing her to stumble backward. She let out a cry of pain as she clutched her bleeding nose.
“You have no right to speak about me that way,” I growled, my fists clenched at my sides.
Harriet just laughed, a cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You think you can just do shit and demand your daughter back? You don’t deserve her. You’re a terrible mother.”
Her words only worsened my anger. It aggrandized me, and I swear, I was ready to kill this woman.
Lungest at Harriet, tacking her to the ground, and we began to brawl. We scratched, pinched, and pulled at each other, both of us determined to come out on top. But I was stronger, and my anger had. gotten to a whole new level.
I managed to pin her down, and I started punching her over and over again, not caring about the bruises and cuts that were forming on my own body. I needed to know where my daughter was, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got the truth out of Harriet.
“Tell me where she is!” I yelled, my voice filled with desperation.
But Harriet just continued to refuse, spitting insults at me and struggling against my hold. I could feel my anger rising to dangerous levels, and I continued to punch her, my fists connecting with her face over and over again.
Finally, Harriet’s struggles started to weaken, and she let out a cry of pain. I released her, and she lay there on the ground, panting and bleeding. I could see the fear in her eyes, and it filled me with satisfaction.
“Tell me,” I growled, my voice low and menacing.
Harriet’s eyes darted around, looking for an escape. But she knew she was trapped. It was quite
obvious.
“Where is Janice? I asked her, breathing heavily.
“You can kill me all you want, but I won’t tell you.”
“You already have a bloody face; don’t make me put you six feet deep.”
“Go ahead, then. I’ll be glad to die and let your daughter continue to suffer. Just kill me, bitch.”
“So you’re not going to talk?” I quizzed her in a low tone.
She laughed. “Never!”
I looked around, and my eyes caught a rod in the ground. Harriet traced my direction, and before she could get there, I rushed and grabbed the rod. She wanted to snatch it from me, but I slammed her head, and she lost consciousness instantly.
