Revenge Of The Lost Family

Prologue  " Father! Father, please come home, " Isabella squeaked from the other side of the phone.   " Wha - what happened baby? Why are you crying? " My lips trembled.   " Please come home, father,  they've beaten him so much! " She sobbed.   " Beaten whom? " I gasped.   " Please come home, we've called the ambulance. We need you here, dad! " She said in a hurry and disconnected the call.   I didn't inform anyone at the new office before going. I left my interview unfinished and strode up to the main road and stared impatiently at both sides of the lane. There was no taxi that could drive me back, so I decided to wait there for a few minutes, checking my watch every ten seconds.  From a far end on the left side, a yellow dot appeared in sight. It zoomed from the left lane and approached me. In just a few seconds, the yellow dot became a recognizable normal taxi. I signaled for the driver to stop it, waving my hand in the air. The vehicle slowed down before the pavement and I ducked at the driver's window.  " 47th avenue? It's urgent! Please! " I quickly said.  " Imma naught goin' that way, bud! " He said, holding a cigar between his teeth.  " I need to take someone to the hospital. Please... I'll pay you twice the price! " I babbled whatever came to my mouth because I didn't notice any signs of sympathy on his glum face, not sure whom I had to take to the hospital, I had made my bid. He stared at me with his small, narrow eyes for a moment, then grumbled, " Double the price it is, get in! "  " Oh thank you! " I hurriedly unlocked the door of the passenger seat and got onto the brown leathered seat. The engine roared to life and he drove the car towards our destination. My right foot kept trembling impatiently, and I told him to drive faster, he grunted sardonically.  Each second seemed to last a minute in that taxi as if time was playing a trick on me. I kept checking my phone for any calls, but none came.  After about fifteen minutes what felt like a couple of hours, the taxi arrived at 47th avenue. I pulled out my wallet and gave him some cash - not waiting for him to give me the change.  He parked the car outside my house and looked over the boundary wall, craning his neck from inside the car. I ran towards a group of people surrounding someone's body on the ground, pushing a few people aside - our neighbors - I made my way towards the center of the crowd. Isabella and Venia sat there, crying, while Rebecca applied an ointment on his skinny chest that was overflowing with blood.  My son, Tazvin, lay motionless on the floor, one eye bloodshot - the other one wasn't really open.  I sat on my knees, my hands trembled as I touched his arm. He squealed at the top of his lungs as soon as my fingers caressed him. There were several cuts on his chest that continuously oozed out blood. I was speechless, didn't know what to do.   " I've called the ambulance, they should've been here by now. " Rebecca told me, her voice revealed the terror in her, she held back her tears and applied a sticky yellow ointment on his cuts and he squealed like a child. I got up and went out of the lawn. The taxi driver was now staring at me with wide eyes, the half-burnt cigar still between his teeth.  " Sir! My son is hurt. It's an emergency, please take us to the hospital. " I begged, joining both hands together in front of him. He was quiet for a moment, then said, " It's a police case, mate, don't drag me into this. " He turned the car keys and pushed the accelerator.  " Please, sir, he would die! My son would die, sir! " I pleaded, but he turned the starring wheel and went away with his car. The ambulance did not arrive for another fifteen minutes, and Tazvin was losing his battle against death with every second that went by... One question amongst several others kept striking my mind. ' Who the hell did this to my son? '