Owned by Him (Editing)

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"Regrettably, we have had no new leads regarding Adara's disappearance."

I took a deep breath, struggling to keep control of my temper. It had been over three and a half weeks since Adara did not come home and still the police had found nothing! The fury I felt was indescribable. However, it was not until Detective Inspector Cullen made the ludicrous suggestion of Adara most likely having run off with a love interest that my ability to hold my tongue became insuppressible.

"How many fucking times do we have to tell you! Adara would never just leave and not tell us! She isn't like that!" I snarled down the phone.

This fat pig seemed to be under the illusion that because he had been a police officer for twenty plus years, he knew my daughter better than her father and I. Well, no he Goddamn didn't. Adara would never just leave without talking to us first.

"Mrs James, I am going to ask you to not use that tone or that language with me. We are doing everything we can to find Adara." Cullen chastised. His tone sounded almost as though he was bored of our conversation and hearing such nonchalance, such disregard for my daughters safety and whereabouts only enraged me more.

I took a deep breath before slamming the phone receiver down. I could not listen to his nasally voice tell me that they are doing everything they can when in actual fact they were doing sod all, any longer.

Twenty five days had passed since we had last seen our girl. Six hundred hours had gone by since we had last heard her sweet voice and vibrant laughter. It sounds such a short time but the deep fear of what may have happened to her made it seem like a lifetime.

On that first morning when Officer Gallagher and Doyle came to the house to take the report, they had informed us that the chances of finding a missing person after the 72 hour mark often meant that the search would transition into one where they were looking for a body and not a living person. We were already five hundred and twenty eight hours over and still they were telling us they had nothing!

I am pulled from my angered thoughts when Andre and Axel walk into the room with a mug of coffee in hand.

"What did the Detective say?" Axel, my darling husband asked anxiously.

"They aren't even looking for her. They think she has run off with a boyfriend." I sniffled, struggling to keep my tears at bay.

"They said they have no promising leads at the moment. Axe, you know what they told us about the 72 hour point. It's been way over that."

I couldn't bridle my despair any longer. As Axel engulfed me into a strong, warm hug, I sobbed into his chest.

"Shh. It's alright darling. Our girl is tough. She isn't a quitter." He whispered, trying his hardest to console me. I knew he was struggling, I could feel the worry radiating from him in copious waves. Adara was his little girl even if she was in her early twenties.

"What if someone has her holed up somewhere?" I cried, completely unable to keep myself from shaking with fear. My mind was running at a million miles per hour of what could have happened to my baby.

"Hey, hey, hey. Let's try not to think of the worst bubs. She might have just lost her phone or something." Axel soothed, trying to keep his own tears back.

"Dad, did you find anything when you went over to Jordan's place?" Andre asked, settling baby Galia on his chest. She was such a dear little love and was just like Auntie Adara; a total daddy's girl.
Axel shook his head, grappling to quell his angst.

"There is someone new living there. He told your dad that Jordan had moved a year and a half ago." I explained, offering a small smile to our beautiful granddaughter. Andre's features contorted into a forlorn expression. After what that bastard had forced our girl to endure, he was the first person who came to mind when we were asked if there may have been anyone wishing to cause Adara harm. However, the police had come back to us, explaining that Jordan had a valid alibi on the night our girl disappeared.