Panic began to flood my body and I felt like I was drowning in pain. The grief and fear were enough to sink the strongest and bravest. In an instant, my life was turned upside down. My beautiful little girl was missing. Maddison, my seven-year-old, was taken from me while she was at school. The last place I'd ever think something like this would happen. Someone pretended to be my sister-in-law, Stephanie, and took my child.
For anyone to take a child from their loving parents was the most wicked and vile violence that can be inflicted on any soul. It was killing me that I didn't know where she was or if she was safe. I prayed that she was alive.
Why would anyone want to take her? Why was this happening? What did I do? What could I do?
All these thoughts were swarming in my head and I felt helpless and hopeless. My body felt heavy as the tension and worry grew onto my face and spread throughout my limbs. My breathing became more rapid but shallow as I thought about how scared she was right now.
This would have never happened if I wasn't so adamant that she went to school today. She begged to come to the doctor with us this morning to see the baby. She was excited that she was going to have another brother or sister. I should have taken her with us or maybe if I listened to my husband, she'd have been safe with us. Avery kept pressuring me to put her in private school because of his celebrity status. He thought private schools would provide more security and privacy. I fought him because I wanted our kids to have a normal life. He's famous, we're not. I also didn't want them to be spoiled or feel that they are better than anyone else.
I wish I would have listened to him. If I did my baby would be safe in her classroom learning instead of being scared and with some monster. I felt like I failed as a parent. I couldn't even protect my own child. How could protect the two babies growing inside me? How could I protect my son?
I had my 10-month-old, Aiden, in my arms. He was tired and I was rocking him back and forth to get him to go to sleep. He was whining and nothing I did calmed him down. It was like he knew something was wrong.
"Come on, baby boy. Just go to sleep, okay?... Please," I cooed.
Aiden finally calmed down when he saw his father. He reached for him, but Avery was talking to an FBI Agent. I overheard him tell the Agent that he wanted to give the money to whoever was doing this to us. The agent advised us not to do that yet until we got proof that Madison was in good health and alive. That made me almost break down. I was trying my best to keep it together. I was trying to be strong for my son, my twin babies growing inside of me, and my husband.
They ended their conversation and Avery came over to me. He rubbed my back, trying to keep me calm. I pulled him closer to me. Holding him tight. He put his arms around us. I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I sobbed in his chest.
"Why is this happening to us? Who would want to hurt us?" I cried.
"I don't know... I know it's hard, but I need you to calm down. I don't want anything to happen to you or the babies," he said soothingly.
"How can I be calm, Avery? My child is missing! Not your child, mine!" I spat.
Out of anger, I pointed out that Maddie doesn't share his DNA. I regretted it when I saw the hurt on his face.
"Blaire, that's not true. She is mine too. My daughter, my little girl. I'm hurting too. You are acting like you are the only one that has a child missing. You are not alone in this. We have to stay strong together," he said calmly.
He tried to comfort me, but I pulled away from him. I know I wasn't thinking rationally. I was scared, distressed, and frustrated. I needed something or someone to blame for this. As I wracked my brain about why and who could have done this, in my mind it all pointed to his fame. I felt that this was his fault. His career has made us a target.
He was currently beefing with Future and it was intense. They used to be friends. So, I don't know when started or why it happened, but when Future said that he could take me from him, it got personal for Avery. It went from a few diss records to outright threats. Even though I didn't think Future would do anything to my daughter, but some of their fans are crazy and extreme.
Avery tried to pull me close to him again, but I didn't want him to touch me. I didn't forget those images I saw on TMZ of him and Anastasia during my doctor's appointment. There was a chance that my husband was having an affair with the woman he cheated on me with years ago. Then to add insult to injury our Investment Manager, William, informed us that someone was attempting to hack our company and wanted 100 million dollars to stop it. Those two issues, though major, are the least of my problems. At this point, I didn't give a damn about the company or that woman. I just wanted my daughter safe and in my arms again.
"Can you not touch me right now," I scoffed.
"Why are mad at me? Why are you acting like this is all my fault?" He sighed.
"It might be your fault. Your stupid beef with Future went too far and now all this sh!t is happening at once! I don't think it's a coincidence," I spat.
As our voices rose, we caught the attention of everyone in the main office. Then my son woke up and he started to cry. My mom came over to get Aiden from me.
"I know this is a very difficult time and scary situation, but you two can't be fighting each other. Remember, who you two are... Step outside for a few minutes and get some air," she said.
"Sorry, moms," he said.
Avery and I left the elementary school office. He sat on the bench by one of the classrooms. I decided it was best for me to get away from everyone. I wanted to sit in the SUV for a while until I calmed down, but I didn't have the keys.
"Can I have the keys?" I asked.
"Where are you going?" he said as he stood up.
"Nowhere. I am just going to sit in the car for a while. I just need to get away from all this."
"Okay. Here," he said, handing me the keys.
He looked hurt and his eyes were red and puffy from all the tears he had shed. I felt terrible for going off on him earlier. My mom's words resonated with me. This wasn't the time for us to fall apart. We needed to remain a unit and support each other.
"I'm sorry. This is just... too much for me. I don't think... I won't be able to live if something happens to her," I cried.
"I know, baby. I'm here and we are going to get her back. I'll empty all of my bank accounts if I have to. I have some of my security team and investigators on it too. She could not have gotten that far. The whole city is on alert," he said.
As much as I wanted to believe him, I couldn't. It's been almost an hour since my daughter was taken. I had hoped that she wasn't that far, but my hope that she'd be returned to us soon was dwindling as each second went by. I broke down again. I started crying so hard I couldn't even talk. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to cry on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back.
"Blaire... Baby, I know this is hard, but I want you to go home with our security team and rest," he said.
He must be crazy if he thought I was going to leave. I had to stay close by just in case something changed. As difficult as it was to talk, somehow I found my voice.
"I'm not leaving until my daughter is found alive and unharmed," I sniffled.
I took the keys from him and went to his SUV. I turned on the engine to get some cool air and just sat there in silence. My phone buzzed and I ignored it because my phone had been ringing nonstop since I found out my daughter was gone. I read all the text messages from my four brothers, family, friends, and my bestie, Jade. They were all asking what was going on. I didn't want to go into those details so I didn't respond. Then I saw a message from an unknown number that caught my eye and opened it.
Unknown: If you want your daughter back meet me at your office building at 3 pm alone. If you tell anyone or bring anyone I will kill her. Do not respond to this message.
Fear traveled through my veins. My heart hammered inside my chest like a drum. The thoughts inside my head accelerated and I needed them to slow down so I could process what I just read and breathe. I felt like I was gasping for air and any second I'd blackout. I placed my hand on my chest and forced a few deep breaths and read the message again and realized this was real.
With a heavy sigh, I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was 2:13 p.m. I didn't have much time to get to my office. Whoever this person was had to know that my office was closed. We had a pipe burst in the wall the other day causing major water damage to the first two floors. The damage was fixed but, the office was cleared out to dry and prevent any mold. No one was allowed to come for at least another week.
I was determined to meet this person. I didn't care about my safety or anything at that moment. I just wanted my daughter back. I put my seatbelt on and put Avery's Range Rover in reverse and pulled off. I saw Avery running toward me. With another deep sigh, I put on a stoic expression, so he wouldn't see the turmoil that was brewing inside.
"Blaire! Blaire! Where are you going?!" he yelled.
"Home!" I lied.
I couldn't even look him in the eye as I sped off. I knew I was making a very stupid decision, but I had to get my daughter back.