He sat alone in the car with the black plastic bag covering his face. He was parked by the roadside of the forest in the cold and rainy weather of the night. He could hear the drops of the rain falling down from the leaves of ths trees, hitting the ground. Fear was filled in his heart as he thought of his worst nightmare. He was doing whatever he was instructed and was waiting patiently for the vehicle to arrive to finally get back his most precious thing in return, to give the person what he'd demanded. He had the money and was hoping that everything was going to fall in place soon but little did he knew the worst was awaiting for him.

Few moments later, a white car was heard passing-by in the isolated road of the town. The driver noticed a creeky car at his right and was looking confusedly at the man with his head down on the driving wheel of his car with a garbage bag covering his face. The moment the driver turned his gaze to look straight to continue his way, he couldn't decipher what was infront but all he knew was he had hit something which has caused his entire vehicle rolling down in the bushes of the forest leaving him upside down with an injured bruise on his head and a broken arm.

The sound of the accident has awaken his sleep. He removed the plastic bag from his face and got out of his car. He noticed someone lying on the road, blood oozing, her clothes tinged red. He stared shockingly and began walking towards the victim. He could feel his heart racing and his knees were knocking as he recognized the person. He was taking a step forward with his shivering feet when suddenly he walked on something.  He bent his head down to look; It was a kid's shoe soaked in blood.
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He was staring blankly on the floor, completely lost in his own thoughts. The incident of 8 years back still haunts him today and he felt like a helpless and restless old man sitting on the bench of the police station, still waiting for justice to be avail. He never misses a day from coming at the police station. His mind was telling himself that it's over and he will never find the killer but his heart still had high hope that someday he will surely find the culprit of his beloving grand-daughter. He ought to himself not to give up. And that was why he was here again,waiting for the police to ask them if they have found any evidence against the kidnapper. Suddenly, he was interrupted from his thoughts by a young man.

He moved to his left to offer some space for the man in his blue shirt to sit on the bench. The guy asked:

"What did you steal, old man?"

John turned his gaze and glared at the guy then moved his head to it's original state, still looking down. Unsatisfied he asked again:

"Then why are you sitting here?"

John was still mute.

"Madam, I cannot handle this old man anymore, he's here again",said the lady in her police uniform ponting it's fingers at John talking to a beautiful unmaried lady in her late thirties, a lady of dark hanzel eyes and blonde hairs twisted in a simple bun. Sandra left a stares at John when she took a quick breath and said:

"You go, I'll take care of it"

"Okay madam" left the lady.

Sandra walked towards John in her civil clothes; her pale purple blouse along with a dark trouse and her clinging ankle boots, normally thwell dressed lady.

"Look, the bitch is coming",said the young guy beside John.

She snapped her fingers and made a pop sound indicating the young guy to move from here. As ordered by an officer, the young man got away.

John lifted his gaze and looked at the lady. His tired brown eyes revealed how he doesn't sleep at night and and the veins visible in his neck as well as his tannered skin and his grey hairs indicated well how he was going an older person day by day than he already was. For a man in his late fifteen, he has become slighty skinny which has also revealed that he doesn't eat well everyday.

After taking a deep breath,Sandra asked in a light voice:

"How are you?"

"Same",replied the old man in a low voice.

"Did you find out anything?",he asked in a desperate tone. Sandra glared at him when she left a breath and said:

"For the past eight years, you've been asking the same question.."

"I don't have anything else to ask"

To this, She sat next to John and said:

"what's the point of coming here every day? I will inform you if I find out anything. Instead of spending your time with your beautiful wife, you're wasting your time here.."

"I came here for my wife" he said.

"Unless I visit the police station once a day, she doesn't feel at peace",he looked at her with a little tears in his eyes.

"Okay, you go home now uncle John. I'll let you know as soon as I find something.."

It took a few moments when he replied :"Okay, thank you, I'll come back tommorow then" and then he left from the station walking among the crowds.

Sandra felt sorry for him. He was just too old to bear such a loss and since that day he turned like a broken glass which can never be fixed. She looked at him as he walked away and then rushed back to her work.

John walked around the city filled with great sadness constantly thinking about the same incident that haunt him. The man who used to be so cheerful turned out the most silent person on earth. Since the death of his grand-daughter, Angela Miller, John has been so careless about himself. He neither talk to anyone nor he does look after himself. He hasn't shave for a few weeks and his life seemed to be like a living nightmare everyday.

He walked by the roadside and found his scooter at the usual place he normally parked it. It was time for him to go home. He kicked up the kick-stand with his left foot to turn on the engine but his first attempt failed. It seemed like the vehicle has gone old. He tried again and when his attempt was successful, he put on his helmet and drove his way home.

Reaching there, he put his scooter in his garage and walked up the stairs to start his usual work.

John Miller was a dutiful husband towards his wife. He depends on himself and look after his wife so dearly and carefully that he often forgets to look after his ownself.

He took off the dried clothes from his balcony and ironed them safely. Then, he puts each clothes to it's place and rushed to prepare lunch for his beloving wife.

John was also a good cook. He prepared nice dishes for him and his wife as his spouse, Nancy Smith, was a sick woman who uses a wheelchair. He took the plate and placed the food carefully on the table.

"John, what dish is this?",asked his wife with her grey hairs combed like a bun and a green scarf around her neck.

"I don't know what's called, saw it on TV" replied the husband.

"You remember the recipe but you don't remember the name? Really?",said the wife sarcastically.

"There's always another way to find out", he took a spoon of soup and placed it gently in his wife's mouth.

"Ummm, looks like you remember only half of the recipe" ,replied the wife after tasting the soup.

To this, John took a spoon and tasted the food when he whispered:

"It seems I've invented a new dish"

He turned around and fetched a box of medicines for his wife and a jug of water. He was searching for the right medcines when his wife asked him:

"Have you paid the bills,John? They had sent a message.."

John puts the jug of water on the table and adjusted his chair to sit.

"No, it was too late by the time I left the station, I'll do it tommorow",he replied. Nancy stopped herself from eating and was playing with the spoon when she said:

"You remember to go to the police station but not the household chores.."

John poured some water in the glass and began eating his food, clearly ignoring what his wife was saying.

"How long will you keep going to the police station? How long will you keep sitting there all day? asked his wife in a tired tone. She placed the bowl of soup on the table and said:

"When will all this end?"

"Until I get justice",he finally replied.

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