High School Reunion, a Romance fanfic

Chapter 8

It's 8 o'clock- Where are you're children?

Jake POV

I stuffed my fists into my pockets, kicking the pebble in front of me. The kids in the playground, screaming playfully, throwing sand at each other. I smiled and I wished I were one of them.

I won't regret punching Andrew. I won't regret kissing Emma. I won't... I can't.

This is high-school all over again.

I was pushed out of my thoughts as a little kid bumped into me. I looked down at the little girl with blond hair and green eyes.

"Hi." I whispered. The little girl blinked up at me.

"H-hi." She said back hesitantly. I smiled.

"What's your name?"

"...Anna."

"I've always liked that name. My name is Jake." I crouched to eye level to look at her. Weird. She looks like me. Except for the freckles. "Don't you have to go back to your parents?"

"Mommy is getting me some ice cream." Anna said, and I nodded.

"What about your daddy?" Anna blinked again, and fiddled with the bow on her shirt.

"I don't got a daddy." My mouth formed an 'O' and my gaze turned sympathetic.

"Anna!" Someone called, and she turned away from me to call back, "I'm coming mommy!" Anna yelled back, "Bye Mr. Jake!" She skipped away in the direction of the voice.

I tossed the pictures into the cardboard box on the floor. I closed my eyes again, and furiously wiped away any stray tears. I really have to stop bringing out this stupid little box... I stared at the white wall of my room. I narrowed my eyes, grabbing my cell phone from the maple nightstand. I dialed my hair dresser, Maria. She picked up on the first ring.

"What now?" She hissed, obviously annoyed. I rolled my eyes.

"I need you to cut my hair."

"It's 8 o'clock at night!"

"It'll give you 150 hundred dollars."

"...Fine." I smiled. I knew that Maria enjoyed the fact that I was a rockstar- Who wouldn't?

"And I need you to.."

I walked through door of the apartment, tossing my keys on the counter at 11 o'clock. I knew Fred was asleep, so I walked over the the couch, and saw Emma sleeping on it. Was she waiting for me?

I walked over to her and crouched down to kiss her forehead. I pulled back and she blinked her eyes open. Her eyes saw my black t-shirt, then looked up to my face, then my hair. She reached up to touch it, it was gelled up in the front. I closed my eyes at her touch. She fiddled with the stiff strands of my newly dyed black hair. I opened my eyes when I felt her fingers start to shake. She was crying. I took her hand in mine, and wiped her tears.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. I shook my head.

"I'm sorry." I whispered back. She started to choke on her tears, and rested her head in the crook of my neck and let all of her tears fall. I wrapped my arms around her, rubbing her back soothingly. "What have I done to you?" For the rest of the night, she cried. I carried her to my room, and dropped her softly on the large bed. I pulled the covers over her and kissed her forehead again. "I'll stay in the guest room." I muttered, reaching to shut off the lamp light. Emma gently grabbed my wrist, "Please stay with me." I dropped my hand and looked at her. Her messy red hair was in a ponytail, her pale face was blotchy and red, as were her eyes, and she was hiccuping from her tears.

"Why are you crying?" I asked. Emma hiccuped again, before sobbing again. Oh god. She's killing me.

"Someone took her.." she cried, "Someone took my baby!" I sat next to her on my bed, in confusion. I stroked her wet strands of hair from her face. I climbed in next to her, making sure I didn't touch her, she seemed to fragile.

"I love you." I heard her whisper, just as low as the last one. I rested my head on a pillow, reached out to wrap my arms around her. She didn't object as I pressed her back into my chest. Placing a gentle kiss on her lips, I let her turn to face me and place her head on my chest. "I love you, too." I said, stroking her hair. She fell asleep, and I watched her, before letting unconsciousness consume me also.

I woke up as I felt something try to move out of my arms. I held her closer, and groaned tiredly. I opened my eyes, and looked down at Emma. She was reaching for a folder on my nightstand, one with a little label, 'Songs'. She gave me a innocent look, and I smiled and nodded my head. Her eyes made it plainly obvious she was crying, but she put on her best cover face. I could see right through it. Opening up, she started to finger through them. She stopped at a crumpled looking piece of paper, tear stained, and with sloppy hand writing. it stood out from the typed, clean sheets. Realizing what song that was, I tried to grab it away, but she pulled it away from my gasp and finished reading it.

"..Wow." Emma whispered, I rested my head on her shoulders.

"It's nothing." I mumbled, as she flipped through all of the songs. It seemed to take her mind off what was upsetting her. I got up from the mattress and scratched my forehead, "I guess I'll make us breakfast..."

"Since when do you cook?" She said humorously, looking up at me. I smiled.

"I don't. There are waffles in the freezer." Emma laughed and continued reading. I walked over into the empty kitchen and opened the large refrigerator, and took out the Eggo waffles, when the door bell rang. I looked at the clock before realizing it was super early- Who would be at the door? Stomping over to open it, I looked through the peep-hole.

...There were police officers. I opened it quickly before greeting them, "Good morning- How can I help you?"

"Are you Mr. Jake Striker?"

"Yes, I am." I replied cautiously, blinking slowly.

"We are here to take you under custody for Kidnapping." One of them said calmly. I gaped and took two steps back when Emma stepped into the room.

"What's going on here?" Emma whispered.

"Kidnapping?!" I cried, but they were already taking out their handcuffs, "Kidnapping of who?!"

"Anna Janice Harper." The same one replied. I looked at Emma immediately, and she looked away, covering her mouth with one hand.

"Anna?" I whispered. "Your daughter?" Emma nodded.

"Your daughter." She whispered back, and with that, I was hauled out the door.

A/N: ...dont hurt me!

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