Chapter 40: Bring Me To Life

It's Thursday afternoon, the second week of December.

I had just picked Charlie up from school and I was driving home after previously stopping by the pharmacy to get my prescription. It was just a day like any other. Nothing abnormal has happened until now.

Suddenly, I was railroaded by a black SUV with tinted windows that parked right in front of my car in the middle of the road. Immediately, I thought they were crossing the intersection and something had happened to their car.

In all honesty, I didn't know what to think of at the time. All I wanted was for them to get the hell out of my way. I shouted at the mysterious driver, and the car behind me started to honk as well. What the hell is happening right now?

Before I knew it, four men carrying guns and hiding their faces with masks exited the car from its four doors and I gasped in shock at the sight. I tried to reverse my way out of it, but the car behind kept me boxed in. I tried to maneuver the car some way, but one of the men pointed a gun at my windshield while two others were by each side of my car.

There was no escape.

Frightened by this sight, the driver behind me reversed and drove away to escape the gunmen who clearly were not there for him. This was planned and carried out with precision. They knew when and where to cut me off, even the model of my car.

Charlie was terrified by the gunmen's presence. He had barely moved on from the last time they tried to take him, but now there are no sharpshooters to keep the criminals in check. There is no time to call my mate and have him come here. It all happened very fast.

They used the butt of the gun to knock at my car window, making it clear that if I didn't roll it down they would break it apart. I was panting, frightful of what this was about. I mean, I know what they want and what this is about very well.

"Give us the kid or we'll shoot you and take him anyway!" One of the masked men threatened me, standing by the driver's side with a gun to my head.

Tears dropped from my face in complete horror. Charlie wept as well.

"Please don't shoot me! I am pregnant!" I begged him, maybe appealing to some kind of humanity he had. He obviously could tell I wasn't lying and everybody knows I am an Omega. However, this information surprised the gunmen but his cold expression did not change at all.

"I do not want to shoot you, but I will if I have to." He dangled the gun in front of my head as I was shaking with fright. Meanwhile, another gunman was by the passenger's side just waiting for me to open the door.

"I beg of you, don't take my son away from me! He is all I have! Please!" I begged the man for my son's life, to no avail. He was on a mission and nothing could dissuade him of that. His mind was set from the moment he got into that SUV.

"You have thirty seconds to open the door. We do not wish to harm your son, but I'll bust the windows of your car if we have to. Don't make this difficult, Omega!" He threatened me, now cocking the gun and pointing directly at my head; in fact, the barrel was now touching my hair.

Terrified, Charlie rolled down the window and clicked on the button to unlock the passenger door. He was weeping, absolutely gutted to have to do this. His face was of horror, scared for my life.

"It's okay, daddy. I'll be fine." He told me, projecting strength even though he was trembling with fear. As soon as he unlocked the door, it only took the other man seconds to get him out of my car and put my son in the back of the SUV while the others got into the Range Rover as he did. They did it in such an organized manner that one would think they rehearsed this.

They were gone in a flash, not wasting a single second in the middle of the empty road.

Desperation sunk in. I knew this would happen, I just knew it.

I don't know why I thought Stephano could prevent this outcome. He is a strong man and a great Beta, but he is not a god. No one can account for everything. Every possibility. It's mind boggling to even entertain this notion.

I couldn't help the tears from falling down my face. My poor baby! They took my baby away from me! Oh my Goddess...

I unraveled in never ending tears that took my breath away. Heaving, it took me a little while to muster up the energy to contact my mate. I knew there was nothing he could do by now. Even if he had the means to intercept their car, there was nothing that he could deploy to stop them without risking my son's life in the process.

Unlike the last time around, this was well thought out. They meticulously planned this so that it would be impossible for Stephano to get to us in time and there was no way he could anticipate an attack in the middle of the road, far away from the nearest warrior.

I couldn't stop crying for the life of me. They have taken my baby! What will happen to him now? What is my life to become far away from my son? Why would anybody do this to me?

I was overrun with an overwhelming feeling of desperation. My worst fear has come to pass. I cannot breathe, I cannot function without my baby boy... Poor Charlie... *sobs*

I wailed in despair. I need to call my mate. By now he is feeling what I am feeling through the mate bond, I need to let him know what just happened. At least, so he could come get me. I don't even have the will to drive anymore. I can not think about anything else other than my son being taken away from me.

Pain. Insurmountable pain washed over me as the further my son was away from me.

"S-Stephano." I stuttered on the phone with my mate, crying desperate tears of sadness.

"What happened?" He asked me, sounding concerned.

"They took him. They've taken my baby boy right in the middle of the road." I sobbed as I told him, barely keeping it together right now.

"Where are you and how long ago was this?" He asked me through the phone and I told him where I was and that they took my son no more than five or six minutes ago. Stephano told me to hang tight and that he was coming to get me.

I dropped my phone, crying from the pain of having my son taken from me. What on Earth have I done to deserve this? He is just an innocent little boy! He is eleven years old! He should be with me, his father. The only parent he has ever known in his life!

I managed to drive the car to the sideway while waiting for my mate to arrive. I cannot believe this is my life now. How the hell am I supposed to get over this? How the fuck can I move on with my life without my son present?

How is this normal, please somebody tell me!

By the time Stephano arrived, I was unraveling in anguish. An impossible pain coursed through my whole body at the loss of my son. I can never move on from this. I won't.

"Please, Steph! Please go get my son..." I cried in my mate's arms as he collected me from the car. He felt every ounce of my pain through our link, an incredibly sorrowful expression took over him as he tried to comfort me.

"I love you, mate. I will make this right for you, I promise!" He pledged himself, which I truly appreciated. But it's too late now. My son has gone and Richard is not returning him to me ever again. I know him too well to know this.

I cried my desperation to my mate, impossibly saddened by the departure of my son. My Charlie, my poor baby! He stayed with me in the back of his car, just taking me in his strong arms that for once in my life could not seem to comfort me at all.

Today not even his scent can soothe me. Nothing ever could.

"My baby is gone!" I bawled my eyes out with such a palpable heartbreaking sadness. Stephano did everything he could at the time to comfort me but nothing worked. Richard might as well have killed me because my life is over.

There is just no way that I can move on now. I cannot live without my precious baby with me. The boy I brought into this world in ten hours of difficult labor. It's not fair that he was taken from me. I am his father.

Hiccuping from the crying, Charlie's childhood memories come to mind as I think of him.

I can not seem to get over the insurmountable pain and desperation taking over me.

What is my life to be now? What kind of quality of life can I have without my son near me?

I am sorry, but I can't. It's too painful for me to even consider being without my baby boy.

Please, just kill me now! I can't! The pain is too much for me to bear... *sobs*

A|N: No, I am not crying. You are crying.

What happens next needs to be read to be believed.

Oh, my dear readers, you are not gonna believe the storm that is brewing!

If you are not gasping for air, I did not do my job properly.

OFF: I have written this chapter with this song in mind. I am not a father, unfortunately, but I imagine this is what I would feel had something like this happen to me. Someone would need to bring my life back to me.

Love,

Léo.