A Destined Fate: Russia X Reader

Chapter 19: Abandoned~

                   ~Mom's POV~

      In the car I drove steadily to the place. My previous conversation ran through my mind as I was lost in ideal.

      "Yes she's alive!" I screamed into the phone with my husband. He was absolutely speechless. "W-Where is she? She's not being held hostage or anything right?" Shaking my head I answered. "No she's fine and in Russia. Apparently staying with this guy who found her in the airport. She assured me he wasn't a threat to her." Tears began to form in my eye. "I don't know... It sounds suspicious rather then coincidencental." I frowned at his words. "I just hope she's right. ______ also said she's not sure she can come home." Anger over took my husband "WHAT!?! WHY NOT!?!" "I don't know the pay phone she was using ran out if time and she didn't have anymore money." He grew silent. "I see... We are gonna talk about this more once I get home." I agreed. "Yes that would be best. Alright honey I love you see you when you come home." He told me the same then hung up.

         Stopping my car I finally arrived at the destination. Walking up to the door I rang the bell. I'll make sure those bastards have a piece of my mind. No answer. My fist tightened with rage. I slammed it repeatly against the door. Still no answer. "OPEN UP!!" I smashed even harder. My fist felt numb with pain. Though I didn't care. They had to pay.

        A car pulled in the driveway besides them. Slipping out was average sized old man seeming to be utterly confused. "Hey ma'am?" I stopped pounding to face the individual. "I'm sorry to inform you of this but those people moved out." My heart stopped. Those cheeky fucking bastards. "How long ago?" trying to hide my enragement so I didn't frighten the man. He tapped a finger on his jaw. "About 3 months ago I believe." "THAT BITCH!!" My fist bashed into the entrance again. The sensation of blood trickled around my knuckles. He seemed scared and concerned. "Ma'am? A-Are you okay?" My attention fully shifted to him. "Oh I'm sorry about that please excuse my behavior. I hate to ask but did you happened to know their names by any chance?" The old man shrugged. "No those people kept to themselves. The most I knew about them is they had a dog and a girl seemed to take care of it for a while." Irritation flared then I clammed down. "I see... Well I really appreciate your help sir." He grinned viciously. "The name's John. John Smith."