Chapter 3 Panic

"Honey, did you hear that?" Mrs Wilson asked walking towards her husband. "He said Olivia's not with him".

"What?" Mr Wilson asked standing up from his chair. "So where then is our daughter?"

"You mean you didn't set your eyes on Olivia this morning?" Mrs Wilson asked again, she was starting to panic seriously.

"No, I mean we both had plans to meet at the bus stop today, I decided to come here and pick her up myself since she was delaying to come meet me at the bus stop. And I had been trying to call her but it isn't connecting" he flashed his phone in front of her to show how many times he had tried calling her.

"Is she already on her way to school? Was she dressed for school?" Gilbert asked, his heart beating fast.

"She had actually gone for a run...." Mrs Wilson started to say before she remembered that none of them saw Olivia leave the house so they were not sure where she had gone of to. She stopped halfway. "Wait a moment"

She ran back upstairs to her daughters room, her husband and Gilbert followed after her.

She quickly opened Olivia's wardrobe to be sure if she did not leave the house dressed for school. But her two school uniforms were both intact there.

"She did not leave for school" she said bending down to check where she always kept her running shoes.

"Her running shoes aren't here that means she had gone out to run, and her headset too, she always takes her headset whenever she goes running".

Panic washed over every single one of them as they frantically searched her room to be sure she was not playing a prank on them. Mr Wilson on the other hand held unto his phone and typed Olivia's number repeatedly but they still got the same response, unavailable.

"Olivia! Olivia" Mrs Wilson called as she opened the bathroom door, checked under the bed but there was no sign of her beloved daughter.

"Christopher my daughter is no where to be found" she said holding unto her husband's collar, by this time, she had scattered her hair and was now looking like a mess.

"You have to calm down okay, don't get yourself too worked up. I believe out daughter would be found".

"I don't think I would be able to survive it if something bad happens to my child" she was already in tears now as she ran downstairs, Olivia had never taken this much time out running, the sun was already starting to rise and no one would be out running at this timew.

"Something might have happened to my lovely girl" she cried out scattering her hair. While downstairs, they searched around whole premises In case there would be a clue to find out where their daughter was. After over two hours of frantic search and there was no sign of Olivia, Mr Wilson decided it was time to involve the cops.

"Meanwhile young lad I think you should be on your way to school now, you are already late" he said taping Gilbert's shoulder lightly, "we would take it up from here okay? And I assure that by the time you are back from school Olivia would have been found, safe and waiting for you".

"No Mr Wilson, I don't think I would like to leave this place without seeing Olivia".

"But you have to go to school, besides your parents would get mad at you for skipping school".

"I don't think I would be able to concentrate in class knowing Olivia is missing".

Gilbert insisted on staying despite being persuaded by Mr Wilson, so he just let him stay.

"I would just place a call across to the cops" Mr Wilson announced.

Mrs Wilson on the other hand decided she would just take a walk along the route Olivia usually runs every morning, Gilbert decided he would go with her.

"Wait moment, this is from her headset" Mrs Wilson said picking a button from the ground.

The both inspected it together. "That means she was here" the both said simultaneously.

They started walking even further, increasing their pace until they got to the bench.

There was no Olivia there, the only thing they found there was something disturbing, lying on the bench there, and broken was Olivia's headset. And on the floor lay a bottle of water which looked like it had been carelessly left open so it could spill on the ground, and somewhere not far away from the bottle, lay the cover.

On seeing the terrifying sight in front of her, Mrs Wilson slumped on the ground and burst into tears.

Her daughter had definitely been there, and from the look of things some bad people might have done something bad to her daughter.

"My daughter, Gilbert my daughter is missing" she sat on the ground crying.

"It's okay Mrs Wilson " Gilbert said trying to comfort her in the best way he could. "We need to get back to Mr Wilson and inform him of the latest development, the cops would take care of this". He tried to pull her up but she remained adamant.

"What would I do without my lovely daughter, my Olivia God please protect my child" she cried some more, the tears flowed freely from her eyes, trickling down her neck and soaking her clothes up.

"Please don't get yourself too worked up Mrs Wilson" Gilbert said still trying to pull her up from the ground.

After much effort, he succeeded in lifting her off the ground. She picked up Olivia's headset from the bench took it with her.

She walked sluggishly as they made their way back to the house.

Mr Wilson on the other hand stayed back home and got in touch with the cops, two cops arrived at their house almost immediately he had placed the call.

"What was your daughter wearing when she left the house?" One of the cops asked, taking down notes in the piece of paper he had in his hand.

Mr Wilson scratched his head, none of them had seen her that morning so they had no idea what she had on.