Little Boy Lost
 

Part Two

Gus was scared, that much he knew. The man had told him that his mama had been hurt and that he needed to see her right away. As soon as they got into the man's car, though, he knew that something was wrong. He's been to the hospital before to see Mr. Vic and even at four years old he knew this wasn't the way to the hospital.

"Where we going?" He asked.

"I told you, to see your mama. She's sick."

"This isn't the way to the hospital. The hospital is the other way." Gus said. When they stopped at the red light the man looked at him. He was really, really mad.

"Just shut the fuck up. You're just a stupid kid you don't know anything. I said we're going to the hospital, now shut up!"

"I'm not stupid!" Gus said defiantly. He was definitely his father's child. The man reached over and smacked him across the face. It hurt so much that he started to cry.

"I said shut up!" Then the man drove off. Before long, they were at a building that Gus didn't recognize. He didn't see the pictures that usually meant it was a hospital. He didn't see any ambulances. The man came around and opened the door, pulling Gus out of the car and dragging him along. They went into the building and it looked really old. Before Gus knew it he was thrown into a room that had no windows and no lights. He was afraid of the dark, but apparently this guy didn't care. Before Gus could say anything the door was shut and he was totally in the dark. He made his way over to the corner somehow and curled up in a little ball suddenly wishing that he had listened to his daddy.
 

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"Can you think of anyone that would have had a reason to do this?" The police officer asked. Both Brian and Lindsay shook their heads. Brian was starting to get seriously fed up. They had the customer service woman in another room with a sketch artist trying to get a description of the guy that took Gus while the police officer harassed Lindsay and Brian with questions.

"Look........all I know is that we were here, my son ran off, someone grabbed him and took him. That's all we know. Now, will you please go start looking for him?" Even while holding his anger in check, Brian lashed out at the police officer.

"Sir, we have to get as much information as possible before we can do that. Now, you're sure he was kidnapped?"

"Yes! How many fucking times do I have to tell you that?! Someone took our son!" Brian was yelling at this point. Lindsay put a hand on his arm to try to calm him down. She had been quiet the whole time, almost catatonic. They were definitely proof that people handled stress in different ways.

"Sir, please, just calm down." They had been going at this for about an hour and Brian was getting tired of it. About then, the sketch artist came out of the other room. He walked over to the detective that was asking them questions and handed him the piece of paper. The detective looked at it for a minute, then looked up at Brian and Lindsay.

"Does he look at all familiar?" He asked as he showed them the sketch. Brian and Lindsay's eyes went wide as they looked at the picture.

"What the fuck?" Brian asked as he looked at Lindsay.

"Why would he take Gus?" Lindsay asked as she looked at Brian. They both turned back to the drawing in complete shock. Brian racked every resource in his brain trying to figure out why Chris Hobbs would kidnap his son.
 

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