Neil was still unable to believe what he saw. Morrie stepped out of the car looking healthy, except for her bandaged head. Her blue eyes shone under the sun as she made her way past the police and stood beside detective Ronald holding a document. “It’s fine, CO. He didn’t push me. I slipped. This case is more about Melanie, than me.” Morrie said, showing them the document she held. Detective Ronald arched his brows. “I thought you were warned to stay indoors,” he whispered to Morrie in anger. “I am okay now. The hit wasn’t that bad. The doctor told you herself, right?” She drew herself from him and turned to the rest of the police force. “I have here a medical report of Neil Schoenfeld. While receiving my treatment because of the fall, I was lucky enough to meet Neil's therapist which I am sure neither of you knows he has. Neil is sick. He suffers from a borderline personality disorder, which is why he cannot bear reliving the same hurt. He kidnapped me because he thought I was go

9 year old Neil Schoenfeld loved his mum’s good heart. He loved the services she rendered for others and the compliments they gave after that. He loved how hardworking she was and the sacrifices she made, despite being a single mother. The neighbors supported in every way they could too, but his mother was an independent woman. She loved to do things by herself.One day, she received news from the school she applied for. She luckily got in on scholarship and they were willing to offer her a job if she showed dedication and attended consistently. Neil was happy for his mother. What he hadn’t expected was to see less of her. That wasn’t a problem for him at first since he stayed with neighbors and they treated him well. This neighbor was the closest to his family. His mother trusted them a lot and didn’t mind leaving him there for days, if not weeks. Soon, they got irritated by his constant stay in their home and began to verbally abuse him. They pointed out every flaw and insulted him f

Neil took his car keys ready to set off for an evening drive. Since he arrived back in the country for Christmas, he never spent time alone. It was either his mum constantly calling him or….“Dad!” He heard his young son scream his name from up the stairs. His wife, Susanna followed, jogging down in her casual wear. “Vixen, stop running!” She tried to catch up with the 7 year old. There was no point. The boy was way too fast. “Dad, I want you to fix the lego set again,” the child grumbled, holding a piece of lego. Neil nodded and pecked him on the cheek. “Sure, I will do that,” he agreed with a nod. “But let me take a quick drive first,” “No, Dad,” his child stumped his feet stubbornly. “I want you to do it now.” Neil wasn’t sure of what to do. How the hell could he do this? He didn’t want to hurt his son’s feelings, nor was he ready to sacrifice his evening drive as he always does. “Fine, I can….” He wanted to accept, as he took the Lego piece from him. Susanna stopped him. “No