Lost Love

Chapter 5

Noeul Dad P.O.V:

12 years ago I lost my child. I remember the day like it was yesterday.

That day I had finally made time to spend with Noeul, I had been working nonstop to uplift my company. I finally felt that my company was in a stable position, enough for me to spend some time with my family. I took Noeul and my wife to an amusement park in Seoul to have a bit of fun. While waiting for Noeul to get off a ride, I went to the restroom. I come back to a hysterical wife. She cries that she lost sight of Noeul when some kids bumped into her. I tell an employee that gets the park security and eventually the cops involved. They didn't have many cameras set up and the ones that they did only caught a man with a cap on grab Nouel, he seemed to do something to Noeul as he stays perfectly still, almost as if he fell asleep. We see him leave the park and that is it. We looked for days, weeks, months, then years. My wife and I suffered greatly. Almost separating until we realized that we are the only one that can understand each other. I worked even harder to be able to pay for billboards and other ways to find my son. For 12 years we found nothing until we receive a call in the middle of the night that they found some remains about the same age as our son was when he disappeared.

My wife and I were distraught. We prayed that it wasn't our son. We wait until they comeback with the DNA results and it comes back negative, after restoring a few pieces of papers found in his pockets, we find out he might be named Rain, when they run his name through an international system, we find out that his mother has passed away, but Rain seems to still be alive. It didn't make any sense. In a moment of insanity I though that maybe the husband had switched our son's because his died. I don't know what came through me, I just new that that Rain was actually my son. The police said that they would take care of everything, seeing as if the kid was actually kidnapped. Maybe he wasn't our Nouel, but he would still be a kidnapped kid.

My wife and I went to Thailand, and from afar we kept an eye on the 'Dad'. That night we see a distraught teenager, that looked like a combination of me and my wife, run into the house. Then all we hear is yelling, the police knock on the door but it sounded that there was a fight going on. We see the kid on the ground, covered in blood. We take the kid to the hospital and when they have him stable we ask for a DNA test. We found him. After years Nouel is back with us.

I feel completely useless as we get the run down from the doctor. Nouel had been beaten severely, we almost lost him... again. While my wife stayed by Nouel side, I went down to the station and confronted the man that took my son away from me.

"Why did you take my son?" Was all I asked him.

"What son?"

"Nouel! You kidnapped him from the amusement park in Korea! You left the body of your dead son there and took my son! WHY?"

"Rain is dead? Good that's what he gets for killing my wife! HAHAHAHAH," he laughs non-stop. I did what any father wood do, I punched him until the guards separated us.

"Let me remind you of something, you killed your son 12 years ago. You buried him and then kidnapped my son. Why? You killed the last remaining thing your wife left you. Are you happy about that?" I left him stunned.

"NO NO NO!!! I DIDN'T DO IT! HE WAS CRYING FOR HIS MOM, BUT HE KILLED HER. IF HE HADENT STEPPED INTO THE STREAT MY WIFE WOULD STLL BE ALIVE!"

"Just know I will have you receive the worst sentence for what you did to my family as well as your son. Let your wife know what kind of person you are and what you did to your child."

I was completely B.S.ing but hearing him screaming as I walked out of the interrogation room confirmed my suspicions.

On Sunday I decide to hire a private investigator so he can tell me more about my son. On Monday morning he calls me and tells me that he heard that his boyfriend and best friend betrayed him. My heart broke for my son as I listen to the whole story. I did not care if he was gay, as long as he was happy. I made up my mind to take him far away from this place that caused him so much suffering. I did the paperwork to drop him out and told the Dean not to tell anyone anything else but that he had an accident and that his guardian was taking him overseas for treatment.

I did not tell my wife about anything I found out. She has already put so much blame on herself, I don't want her to know how much our son had actually suffered. With that we transfer Nouel to a hospital in South Korea while he is still in a coma.