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This will be the second last chapter of Uncle Steven.
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UNCLE STEVEN 5
For a moment my brain couldn't register what Aunt Yvonne had told me. Uncle Steven's body was missing from the hospital! What the fuck did that mean? I raced over to the hospital as fast as I could. As I entered the reception area, I was immediately stopped by two police guards.
"Sorry Sir, we can't let you in as a body went missing yesterday..."
"I am that `body''s nephew, you stupid fuck, let me go!" I screamed as I ran to the nurse's station.
"Morning, Im Daniel Raven, Steven Raven is my uncle. Care to tell me how the hell you guys lost his body?"
My knuckles went white as I looked at the pathetic little woman sitting behind the desk.
"Mr Raven, please calm down, we are doi..."
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down! My uncle went missing as he was under your care! What kind of excuse for a hospital is this? He has been here for over a year and suddenly, a day before his machines are to be switched off, my vanishes! Now doesn't that just seem a little strange?"
The nurse looked up at me and quietly stood up.
"Im sorry, Mr Raven. There is nothing I can do, as I wasn't working last night. If you want more information, I suggest you speak to the chief of staff."
Aunt Yvonne was already there as I entered the office. She got up and huggen me tightly. Isn't it ironic? The one person I hated for the past few years was now the person who supported me the most. She sat down again and I kept standing.
"How could something like this happen?" she kpet saying over and over.
"I don't know what the hell is going on here, Aunt Yvonne. Something is very strange. The last couple of years that has past had been strange. I don't know what to think anymore. Where could he be?"
The days dragged on and on. There was nothing, nothing that could link anyone to Uncle Steven's disspearance. It was so unfair and strange. Over the next few days, the police haven't been able to come up with anything aswell. Uncle Steven was just no where to be found.
About a week after Uncle Steven's dissapearance, I came home and went through my mail. Three letters, which two of them was sent to my father, and one to me. I made myself comfortable on the couch and opened my letter. As soon as I started to read it, I dropped it. My heart actually felt like it had stopped beating for a moment. My hand shook and I reached down to pick up the letter. I read it again and again, before letting it fall out of my hand once more. I couldn't believe it. I picked it up again.
IF YOU WANT TO SEE STEVEN RAVEN ALIVE AGAIN, YOU BETTER COME TO HIS HOUSE AT TOMORROW AT MIDNIGHT.
IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO BRING THREE MILLION DOLLARS WITH YOU.
DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT LETTING THE POLICE KNOW, AS I WILL STRAIGHT TO THE PAPERS WITH THE INCESTOUS GAY STORY OF YOU AND YOUR PRECIOUS UNCLE.
IF YOU THINK THAT THIS IS A JOKE, YOU ARE SIGNING YOUR FAGGOT UNCLE'S DEATH WARRANT.
Call me being concerned about myself, but at that moment the only thing that I could think of, was that someone out there other than Aunt Yvonne and myself knew about the relationship between me and my uncle. Someone knew about it and would spread it if I involved the police. I couldn't let my dad find out about this. It would kill him to know that his son and his brother were inlove. I couldn't show Aunt Yvonne this lettter, she would go balistic. I just had to get the money somehow...
I suddenly remembered something. When I went through my uncle's stuff, I went through my grandparents's financial affairs aswell, since Uncle had been taking care of them. There was a policy that was due to pay out, no it had to pay out already, since that was almost three weeks ago. I don't know what it was worth, but since both policies were an option, I could maybe get a loan at the bank. I wasn't stupid though. I knew that Uncle Steven was probably dead. He was in a coma and out of the hospital for about two weeks now. I knew what the facts were, but I was prepared to pay the sum of three million Dollars just to get his body back. I couldn't let the truth surfice. I had to get his body back, and give him a proper funaral. That was the least that I could do for him.
The nsext day Aunt Yvonne kept on phoning me over and over, but I couldn't talk to her. I didn't want to let anything slip, I could take the chance that she might call the police. I checked my uncle's bank account, he told me a long time ago, if I ever needed money, to just phone his bank manager. Thank God the policies had paid out three days ago, but both of it wasn't nearly the asked amount. My uncle's bank manager, Gordon Harding, was the only person that I could tell this to. He understood, and immediately went to proceed. I unfortunately had to sign and give something up as security, I had no choice. I gave up the gardening business up as security. With the money in my briefcase, I went home. I couldn't keep thinking that I was making a huge mistake. I couldn't turn back now; I loved my uncle too much to let his body be probably put to rest.
As I entered the house, I felt my
body stiffen. I could sence some or other presence in the house as I walked
towards the kitchen. I dropped the briefcase when I felt a hand on my back and
a knife on my throat. The hand on my back, pushed me forward and and grabbed
the briefcase. I got the guts from somewhere to chase after him and as he ran
out of the house, I tackled him on the grass. We wrestled for a while and I managed
to get the knife away from the attacker. I stood up and ran to the kitchen,
grabbed the briefcase and I locked myself in my uncle's room. I reached for my
mobile, and...MY FUCKING
I opened my eyes and the attacker and I stood there looking at eachother. Then he took off the black mask that he was wearing. I stood there and looked straight at...
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