Daddy's kidnapped girls (vanityinfinite & nursemaxine)

[vanityinfinite]

Tavish Hunter’s life was one that people dreamed of. He was a big shot in business. Worked from home allowing him to have a wonderful work life balance. He had twin, seven year old, girls and a wife that was gorgeous. Everything was just how it should be. Everything was where it should be. His life path was set.

Ten years had passed since that day of reflection. Ten years since his wife took his life away. Ten years since he’d lost the love of his life and his two little ones.

The first year was the worst. He’d held out hope for so long. He didn’t want to believe someone was capable of doing something like that; especially not his Monica. Working with the authorities was a nightmare. They asked so much personal information. The search for new clues was endless. They suspected him of foul play at first. He went through the ringer just trying to get them to do something to help him find them. Find his little girls!

When he received the call from the RCMP he could hardly believe it. They’d been contacted by the FBI on a ten year old Amber alert. Monica had been arrested for something which triggered all of these system warnings through the international shared criminal system. As the officer spoke on the other end of the line he collapsed as the call finished. Collapsed into a lump and sobbed. They’d found them. But they were 17 now? 10 years of lost time. When he’d seen them last they were little girls, now growing into young women.

He immediately got in his 4 door pickup truck and started the drive to the American border. A 10 hour drive to change his life. After crossing through he made his way to the station in one solid drive. He entered the station and wondered if he’d know what they looked like anymore. Would they recognize him?

He told the officer, behind the counter, who he was and explained why he was there, tearing up as he did. He was told to take a seat. He tried, but couldn’t sit for more than a minute pacing and waiting. This was it… This was the moment he’d been waiting for for ten years.

 

[NurseMaxine]

Christa and Carrie Hunter were happy little girls when one day their mother had put them in the car and told them they were going on a vacation. That day ten years ago had been the last time they had seen their father. He had kissed them good bye believing as they did that this was simply a girls weekend across the blue water bridge in Michigan and that they would return in two days. It had all been a lie, the first of many the girls would hear and believe for the next seven years .
Their mother had systematically vilified their father and refused them any contact with him, and trusting their mother they had believed every word as young and vulnerable adolescents until finally one day when they came home from school they found their mother passed out on the floor stinking of alcohol with an empty pill bottle in her hand. At first the girls were sympathetic but as time passed and the girls matured, they began to realize their mother was not only a drunk but a drug addict as well. Being out of touch wit their father, the girls compensated the best they could. Their mother was worse than no help and they began to hate her.
Without any adult supervision, the girl started doing what any teenager would do in similar circumstances and were soon truant from school many days a month and being extremely attractive young women, soon began to date boys much older than they were at the local junior college. It was this behavior that brought everything to an end.
One night at a fraternity party The cops came on a noise complaint and the girls were taken in on underage consumption charges. They called their mother, who did not answer the phone and then went to the house and found her passed out and in possession of heroine.
There mother was charged with felony possession of narcotics and put in jail. Being seventeen the girls were offered emancipation but with no means of support asked the police to find their father if he was still living. The girls live at a women's shelter for a week before he was found.
A female social worker came into the room and called out “Mr. Hunter!”

 

[vanityinfinite]

Hearing the sound of a woman's voice stunned Tavish. He swung around in expectation of seeing his daughter but it was an elderly woman standing by an interrogation room, or whatever they call them at the police station. "Yes, that's me" he said as he moved toward the woman.

"Step inside for a moment would you?" she requested stepping in before him.

He followed and took a seat across the table from her. He name tag read 'Nancy - Social Aid'... She started "I'm sorry you've had to go through all of this..." A small pause before continuing "Before we reunite you with the girls there are a few things we just thought would be helpful in the process. I'm sure you were already told, but they found Monica in a slump of heroine. She's been arrested and that's how we found you." she explained further "we don't know how much she's talked to the girls about you... but often in these cases it can be very difficult for the girls and the father/mother to reconcile in a short period. We don't know what Monica has told them about you; they probably believe many lies that she's told, so we just feel it best that you don't get your expectations too high, you understand what I'm saying?" she was deliberate in the way she conveyed herself. Deliberate and discouraging. It wasn't her fault that it was discouraging, she was just conveying truth.

Tavish nodded his head as she spoke and responded "I can only imagine the things the girls must think of me... it's been 10 years... I never stopped looking... I..." his voice cracked a little. He'd hired private investigators. Bothered the police and RCMP daily. Called the FBI, Interpol... many organizations across the globe trying to find them... and it wasn't until Monica almost overdosed that he'd finally found them.

Nancy stood up and wandered behind him to the door. "Let me go get the girls" she said before handing him a large folder with information about them. Where they'd gone to school, report cards, school pictures. He'd look at that later, right now his heart was beating, in his thick broad chest, so hard and fast he started sweating profusely below his short dark hair. He stood up, at 5'10, and started to pace in wait. His wide frame was something people often commented on, along with his thick arms and shoulders. His hazel eyes looked down at the folder then to the door then to the folder... he didn't know what to do. The excitement was almost too much for him. He was sure the sweat would start showing through his blue jeans and short button up plaid shirt if he didn't stop pacing so he took a seat again. Waiting.