Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Taryn was startled awake by a firm hand on her arms shaking her.
“Wha’s goin’ on?” she asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“Honey, where’s Luke? Did you take him over to the neighbor’s house? Did you go to sleep and leave him playing hide-and-seek again? Taryn, where is he?” Taryn’s mother came into view; her eyes were wide and her face worried. She was frantic and worried.
“What are you talking about? I put him to bed at eight just like I always do. Why, what’s going on? Did he get out of bed again?” Mrs. Jacobson shot to her feet and ran out of the room crying hysterically.
“She says she put him to bed at eight! He’s gone, Nathan, my baby’s gone!” Taryn heard her mother crying in the living room. Her mother hardly ever called her dad by his name; they always called each other pet names like “honey” and “dear.” Taryn crawled out of bed and ran to the living room to see what was going on.
“Dad, what’s she talking about? Luke’s in his bed, isn’t he?” Taryn asked her father as she rounded the corner into the living room.
“No. No, he isn’t. He’s gone. The doors and windows are all locked, and it doesn’t look like there was any kind of break-in. There’s nothing missing, but Lucas is gone. The covers are still pulled up like he’s sleeping, but he isn’t in bed. Did you hear anything while you were sleeping? Anything at all?” Taryn shook her head slowly. Her teeth were clinched in her mouth and her heart was pounding in her chest.
How could he just be gone? Taryn shook her head and started crying.“It’s all my fault. I t-told hi-him the monsters would g-get him. Why did I do that? Who says that to a five-year-old?” She cried, falling to her knees in the doorway.