Chapter 44 the distances between us

…Tyler POV…
We have been sitting for an hour; in fact, it has been twelve hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty seconds since Jenna has vanished. We have no idea where he could have taken her. We are hoping that it is close, but knowing him, he would take her to the last place that we would expect. But that thought is still not very reassuring. That does not give us a starting point, least not a clue or even a direction to head him.
The loss, not having her here, is tearing my heart to pieces slowly and with the most unbearable pain. I so want to get mad at her for leaving me again. But I know it is not her, and if she could, she would come home to find me. I cannot even begin to think about how helpless she must be; she must be hopeless that someone is not going to find him. Well, my love, I will turn this earth over and over again until I find you. There is no distance that shall ever keep us apart.
Once I have composed my sad broken heart, I return to Brooke and the Marshall, which with a new determination, look at me. We will not stop, not day or night; there will be no end until we have found where he is keeping her.
Then Brooke looks at me; the Marshall has just ended a call with one of his colleagues, with certainty; she speaks, "Tyler, we cannot find a location for this Mob Boss."
"The number has been disconnected."
My heart drops as the last possible chance for us to find Jenna has slipped out of our hands."
…Jenna POV…
"Tyler, it has been two days, nine hours, and twenty seconds since he has taken me from you. I write to you from a small room in the center of the city. Yes, he has moved me again.
I thought by now that I would be safe back in your arms. Unfortunately, it appears that we are so far away that you would have no idea where even to start looking. Still, I am not without hope that you shall find me. I was so hoping that you would have found my first letter to you by now.
So here I am, scribbling on a piece of paper that I hope that shall find its way into your hands one day. He has been too far away in his delusional mind that he has not noticed that it is not pictures that I am drawing.
It seems the more that I sit at peace, the more I realize what I have done wrong. Yes, it is true that all these lovers came from my past, but if it were not for the way I lived my life, then we would not be with you chasing my shadow. I truly hope that you are chasing it. I believe that fate brought us together, and it shall be fate that shall guide us back.
I have a newfound breath to chose to show you every day that my past is not what defines me. That I shall take you down a path that only defines us.
Now more than ever did I wish that I appreciated all those tiny moments that I took for granted. The small little things that make you the perfect. If it were not for you, I would be lost, and once again, I am lost. I need for you to find me.?
You are the air that I breathe, the air that fills my lungs. You are the blood that beats through a heart. Yet you are the one thing that has stayed constant, and that is my love.?
Your love is the only thing I want; there I nothing else in the world that I want more. You are everything to me, and I will simply perish if after this all you do not find me. I love you, Tyler. Love Jenna."
…Tyler POV…
It has been two days, nine hours, and twenty seconds since he has taken Jenna. Thanks to the Marshall s persistent attempts, we have got a location for this man that helped Brendan to get out of prison. Our only problem now is to confront him, and I guess you can imagine how difficult that is going to be.
Now we find ourselves in front of a bistro, with a very over-eager Brooke ready to storm through the door. Behind her is the Marshall, prepared to shoot anybody that comes in our way.
We don t know if we are going to get anything out of this man; he might even be the one that is going to do the killing. We fully suspect it is him that had the welcoming party that was waiting for us.
So as we all tuck our weapons safely into the back, we immediately rush through the door. But as we get into the Bistro, the anticipation of seeing Jenna is the only thing that is pushing me into danger. But…there is nothing
The man is not here.
I rush to the bathroom, then to the back of the kitchen; there is no sign of him anywhere. The Marshall was absolutely certain that we will find him here. Could he have been wrong? Are we chasing a ghost all along?
A deep sadness grabs hold of me, then, out of nowhere, there are two men that appear from a small office that is hidden at the back.
The Marshall immediately bursts through the door. Then behind a desk, we find the very man that we have been looking for.
"How dare you burst into here?" His voice echoes to the corners and beyond the walls of the room.
Brooke only but ignores his irritation and step forward to the edge of his desk. "We are looking for someone, and we know that you can help us find him."
He only but laughs mockingly at her as he places his hand on his pistol that is lying on the side of the desk. "What makes you think that I will tell you?"
Then the Marshall steps forward and takes a stand next to Brooke, "We shall overlook your little operation and be on our way as soon as you can tell us where to find this man."
He stares down the Marshall for what seems to be mere minutes, then I slowly nod his head, "Whom are you looking for?"
…Jenna POV…
"Tyler, it has been four days, three hours, and nine seconds since he has taken me away from you. I write to you from a place deep into the country. He dragged me away from the City, for he fears that you might be getting closer to him.?
He has nestled me far away, what he believes is as far away from you as he possibly can. This man sure has one delusional way of thinking, and to think that I once…well, let me not even finish that sentence.?
Being here out here reminds me that you are everything to me and that I have sadly lost you again.
I wish so that you shall prove me wrong. I wish that when he drags me out this hole that I shall be faced with your beautiful face. But fate seems to remind me over and over again that it shall never happen.?
I am so sorry. I did not know that he would trick me; I desecrated something special for letting yet another man come between us. Apparently, it is one of my talents; I hold too much faith in others. And once again, I did it with this man, and believe me, I will always regret it. As with everything that I have done, I can only hope that you will let me right that wrong.
Tyler, no matter the distance, my heart will always find yours. I keep repeating these words in my head, the words that on a day like today keep me hoping. Please, I need for you to find me. I know you will. Please come save me from this loneliness and the evil that surrounds me.
Tyler, I love you, and much more than my heart can ever hold. I am holding on; I am still waiting. Love Jenna."
…Tyler POV…
It has been four days, three hours, and nine seconds since he has taken Jenna.
It is with pure luck that we that the Mob Boss told us a location where he knows Brendan has last been.
So we are findings ourselves this time in front of a little house that is on the East side of the City. It is with one loud thud that I kick down the door and rush inside.
But as before, apart from the welcoming party, we find the house empty.
I drop down on a chair in the lounge as my heart sinks into an abyss. Then out of nowhere, Brooke hands me a piece of paper. I can clearly see that it is Jenna s writing. Brooke and the Marshall step outside to give me the room to read it in privacy.
Her words seem comforting, but there is a sadness behind them. It appears that she has lost faith that we will find her. Well, she is wrong; I shall not give up for one minute until I have her back in my arms.
But there is something else…
So, I meet Brooke and the Marshall outside and hand Brooke the piece of paper to show her what is scribbled down in the corner.
There is a newfound hope that boils to the surface in this dead heart.
She can be in any of these thousands and thousands of little buildings with these hundreds of hundreds of little rooms. But it is not in total despair as I look to the Marshall, and he grows a smile on his face again.
"Can you find him with that?"
The Marshall only but bursts out in laughter, "I can pinpoint an exact location if he has not changed it yet.
So as we get back in the car to take us back to our hotel room, I cannot but help stare at the hundreds of lovers holdings hands, happily sharing a moment; these are the moments that I should be sharing with Jenna. But some evil man has decided to rip her away from the safety of my arms.
While Brooke is navigating her way through the City, the Marshall turns to me with one big smile, "I have a new location."