I wish I didn't have to wake up today, but the kids have to go to school, and I have to work, so I have money for food. Those little brats are so annoying, constantly talking about their dad. That washed up piece of shit.

"Trey, Greyson! Are you ready to go?" I yelled at them.

No response.

They're probably playing hide and seek, or something stupid.

"Trey, Greyson, you better get your asses down here right now! It's school time!"

Still no response.

I begin looking for them, starting with their room.

Trey left his phone on his bed, he never leaves his phone, being a teen and all.

As a mom I decide it would be a good idea to go though his phone while he isn't yelling at me to get off.

As soon as I open it, there's a description of a man in a text ready to send to me.

"Help, kidnap, abt 5'5, dark hair, scar on face" I didn't know what to do, so I just called Seán.

"Yes?"

"Trey and Greyson are gone." I told him calmly.

"What?"

"Trey and Greyson are gone." I really didn't care, I've had a long morning, and all I want to do is go back to bed.

"Well, have you called the police?" Seán sounded very frantic, as if it were a big deal.

"No, I just found out, Trey was about to text me a description of a person, and they won't come out for school. Trey never leaves his phone behind, stupid teen."

"Stop calling your child stupid and call the police!"

"Why should I?"

"Because your kids need help!" Seán sounded angry, but I don't care. The only reason I have them anyway is because I need someone to do chores, I don't have time.

"Fine, I'll call the police." I hung up on Seán and dialed the number of the local police department.

"Brighton Police Department, how may I help you?"

"Hi, I'd like to report two missing children. One is 15, around 5'5, dark brown hair, name Trey, and the other is 7, 3'4, also dark brown hair, his name is Greyson."

"Okay Ma'am, is there anything else you would like to report that may help us in our investigation?"

"Uh, yeah, Trey left his phone behind, which shows he was about to send a text to me that said 'Help, kidnap, about 5'5, dark hair, scar on face,'"

"Okay, and what relation do you have to these children?"

"I'm there mother."

"I'm very sorry ma'am, we will begin the investigation as soon as possible, and what's you and your kids last name?"

"My kids have the name of my ex-husband, Brody, I took my maiden name, Bennett."

"Okay Ma'am, would you like me to keep you updated on the search?"

"No, thank you, I don't care that much."

"Okay Ma'am, do you know if your ex-husband would like to be updated?"

"He's unresponsive in a mental hospital right now."

"Any friends of yours or his?"

"Uh, I don't know, I can ask now if you want?"

"Have whoever call within the next 24 hours." She then listed off a number, which I wrote down, but don't feel like listing here. I hung up and called Seán.

"What did the police say?"

I sighed, "They said they'd start the investigation as soon as possible. And to have whoever wants updates to call some number within the next 24 hours."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"What's the fucking number!" Seán started shouting, he was clearly upset. So I gave him the number and he immediately hung up, presumably to call them. Whatever.

God, I hate this bitch, and I wrote it!