Letting the World Burn by Graham Dalton

Author:Graham Dalton
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2021-03-04T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Isat in my sedan, staring ahead. The images of all those kidnapped children flashed in my mind. I thought about going back to the docks, where I could finally save them. I feared what fate might befall those children. I should have done more to protect them. After all, I was right there. I sighed, jammed the keys into the ignition and sped off. During my drive, I remembered back to six months after I'd lost my daughter. I’d thought of myself as a failure and a loser. A part of me had accepted that I'd never see her again. Still, I told myself I would find her, and I couldn't give up. Months passed, and I hadn't found her. Still, I just couldn't give up. I had to find her, but I was too much of a distraught wreck to find anything. I was a failure, so I would often find myself drinking. It helped take away the pain. Drinking, injecting, and casual sex. What I wouldn't do to get rid of this pain. The pain never really went away.

I drove back to the school and thought about where to go from here. I had to be rational, and I couldn't let my emotions control my actions. If I was to ever see my daughter again, I had to do this. I had to think with a clear head because I was going to find my daughter. That much, I knew. I had to come up with a plan. What was my next objective? Where was I going from here? This test that Jack told me about, I had to know who was soliciting it. I had to know who was participating in this and the mastermind behind it all. I had to find Anna.

I stepped out of my sedan and walked up to the school. Occasionally, I would reach out and cradle a hand around my revolver. It gave me a sense of comfort.

Dingy lights flickered above me. The green-painted school walls were chipped and peeling, sprayed with the occasional bout of vulgar graffiti. Lockers lined the halls. Many were crumpled and bent. Some had been ripped off the hinges. The floor was a tiled green and white, but some tiles had been removed revealing squares of clumped dirt.

The bitter smell of cigarette smoke permeated through the air, stinging my nostrils. Children laughed in a room nearby, giddy as if there wasn’t a worry in the world. They hadn't yet been exposed to the bitter ways of this world, but it was only a matter of time.

I walked through the school and slowly made my way up to the principal's office. He knew more than he was letting on before. I had to maintain composure. I was on his turf, not mine. I knew that I couldn't cause a scene, not like I did a year ago. I was sure he'd be fairly compliant. After all, I knew where he lived. If he wasn't agreeable now, I’d pay him another visit.

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