Revenge for My Mother
**A Lesson in Control**
*Diary Entry*
The call came late at night, the voice on the other end distorted and cold. *”We have your daughter. Bring £100,000 if you want her alive. Youll get the coordinates soon.”*
*”You dare”* I snarled, but the line went dead before I could finish.
Ive always been a man of disciplinecontrolled, methodical, unyielding. Only my wife, Victoria, and our daughter, Emily, ever saw the softer side of me, and even then, not often. When things didnt go my way, I made sure everyone remembered who held the reins. *”Im the one who built this life! I provide for you all!”*
And it was true. The house in Surrey, the designer dresses Victoria barely wore to her part-time job, the brand-new car Emily drove to universityall of it was mine. Yet sometimes, they forgot their place.
The last time Id *”laid down the law”* was when I discovered Emily was seeing some violinist named Oliver. *”Hes beneath you! You will not see him again!”* Id snapped. *”What kind of man fiddles with a violin for a living? And look at himscrawny, pretentious!”*
*”I love him, and Ill marry him if I want!”* Emily had that fire in her, just like me.
*”I raised you, so I decide!”*
*”Im eighteen, Dad. I make my own choices.”*
*”Not while Im paying for your life!”*
Shed stormed off in tears. Victoria gave me the silent treatment for days, but I didnt care. My word was final.
Besides, I had real problemsunlike my daughters tantrums. My childhood friend, Jack, my business partner in the concrete supply firm wed built from nothing, was getting restless again. Wed just cleared our debts, bribed the right inspectors, and finally turned a decent profit. But noJack kept pushing for expansion, whining about stagnation.
The arguments never lasted long, but this time, he dug in his heels. *”If were not moving forward, we split the business.”*
As if his *ideas* were the hard partI was the one who made things happen.
Things settled for a while. Jack backed off. Emily attended lectures and stayed home most eveningsno mention of Oliver. Then one night, I spotted her in the dim streetlights, arm in arm with some lanky stranger.
*”Emily! What the hell are you doing out this late?”* I slammed the car to a stop beside them. *”Whos this?”*
It took me a second to recognise himone of our warehouse labourers, Daniel.
*”You downgraded from the violinist to this wastrel? Defiant little Get in the car. Now.”*
Emily scowled but obeyed after a quick, silent exchange with the boy.
*”Who gave you the right to talk to people like that?”* Daniel shot back, chin high. *”Just because youve got money”*
*”Exactly. I have money. You dont. And tomorrow, you wont have a job.”*
Good. Thats how it should be.
But a week later, I saw them together again. They vanished before I could confront them, but at home, Emily faced the full force of my temper. To my shock, Victoria took her side. They called me a tyrant, said they couldnt live under my rule.
*”Fine. The doors open.”*
They leftbags in hand, faces set in disgust. Let them see how far they got without me.
A week later, Victoria called, panicked. *”Michael, Emilys missing! Two days, no word, her phones dead! Weve checked everywhereshould we call the police?”*
So, shed been staying with her friend Charlotte.
*”No police. Come home. Ill handle it.”*
I was still weighing options when the second call came.
*”Bring £100,000. Your daughter lives.”*
The video link arrived moments laterEmily, dishevelled, wrists bound, staring defiantly into the camera.
*Bastards.* Id bury them alive. But I needed help. Despite our differences, Jack agreed to assist with the exchange.
*”Shouldnt we involve the authorities?”* he muttered. *”Those men”*
*”No. Ill deal with this myself. And the money stays with us.”*
We drove to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. And there he wasDaniel, smirking from a ledge above us.
*”You little rat!”* I lunged, but Jack yanked me back.
*”Drop the bag there.”* Daniel nodded at a sewer grate.
I obeyed, seething.
*”Brilliant,”* he sneered, turning to leave.
*”You think youll walk away from this? Wheres Emily?”*
*”Shes fine. Shell contact you soonif she wants to.”*
*”Are you stupid? Ill find you”*
*”I dont care,”* he cut in. *”I did what I had to. For my mum.”*
*”What mum?”*
*”Margaret. Worked as your cleaner for seven years,”* he said, jaw tight. *”She caught your wife in bed with another man. Victoria sacked her the next dayclaimed shed stolen.”*
*”She was a thief”*
*”Liar. Mum had no proof, just her word. Would you have believed her?”* His voice cracked. *”She collapsed the next day. Heart attack. Died in the street because no one helped.”*
*”And now youll rot in prison.”*
*”Doubt it. Emily planned this with me.”* He wiped his face, smirking. *”By now, shes moved the money. Youd have to arrest your own daughter.”*
*”Liar! Shed never”*
*”If you hadnt meddled, shed have told me to piss off. But she loves Oliver. Something you wouldnt understand.”*
*”You little”*
He revved a hidden motorbike. *”Ask Jack about love. Hes the one shagging your wife!”*
I broke Jacks nose. Divorced Victoria, left her a studio flat. The business stayed mineshed taken enough. Emily vanished, dropped out of uni. Rumor says shes abroad with Oliver.
Maybe shell return one day. Maybe not.
But heres the lesson: control is an illusion. The tighter you grip, the more slips through your fingers.
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