Beatrice was in one of her boats returning from a successful turkey hunt. Her chosen hunting ground was only accessible by the water, so that's why she had to go by boat.
She pulled up to her and her families boat dock out in their backyard and docked her boat. She walked down the dirt pathway to her and her families humble abode.
She lived in this house with her uncle Bobby and her Nana.
She was raised by the two of them since she was two when her mother passed away.
Beatrice had no memories of her mother. Her uncle and Nanna told her that her mother was into fashion and design just like her. Though her mother wasn't into hunting like her, more of a city girl.
Beatrice loved to hunt and fish. She just love to be out in nature in general.
She walked up to the front door of her house, holding two fresh turkeys and went inside.
Her Nana was sitting on the couch patching holes in some old jeans.
"How was the hunt?" Nanna asked.
"Good, I got a couple big ones. Do you know where uncle Bobby is?"
"He went into town to grab some beer for tonight's barbecue."
"Oh that's perfect. I can't wait for tonight!" Beatrice said smiling.
She was looking forward to tonight's barbecue all her neighbors and friends would be joining them. This is why she had gone out to get the turkeys. Her neighbor Joey was really good at making deep fried turkey and she was looking forward to it.
She thought her uncle Bobby would be home in about an hour or so but three hours past and he still wasn't back, but there was a knock at the door.
Beatrice went to the front door and opened it only to see some cops.
"What can I do for you officers?" Beatrice asked.
"We are looking for a Beatrice Lisa Heartly." the officer said.
"You're speaking to her. What do y'all want with me?" Beatrice asked.
"Ma'am, we need you to come with us down to the station. There are some people who have claimed that you are their daughter and sister who was kidnapped and we need you to come with us, so we can clear a few things up."
"I'm 24 and I'm pretty sure I've lived those 24 years in this house. I believe that's enough proof that I'm not kidnapped. Now, if that's all, I have a barbecue I'm getting ready for for tonight and I'm waiting on my uncle to come back with the beers."
"That will be a rather long wait ma'am. Your uncle's at the station under arrest for kidnapping you 24 years ago."
Beatrice raised an eyebrow at that statement, and Nanna yelled from behind Beatrice, "Now what in the hell are y'all arresting my son-in-law for? There ain't no way on God's greener that this is legal! He ain't even done nothin wrong that y'all can prove!"
"Nanna hush up now! Don't cause no trouble," Beatrice hissed, "I'm sorry about her. I'll come with you if it gets this situation over with right quick, but I better be back in time for my barbecue."
"Thank you for your cooperation ma'am," said one of the officers, "with some good luck you'll be back home in time for your barbecue."
"I better be, I didn't hunt those two turkeys for nothing," Beatrice said to the cop rolling her eyes. She then turned and looked behind her to Nana and then said, "Nanna, you think you can prep the turkeys yourself? I gotta go get uncle Bobby out of jail."
"I sure can dear, go get my son-in-law out of the slammer so I can give him a piece of my mind!" she yelled back to Beatrice.
"Will do, Nanna." after saying that Beatrice grabbed her purse and followed the cops out of the house. "Now, do I need to come with you in the cop car or can I go in my own vehicle?"
"We would prefer if you came in our car," one of the cops replied.
"Alrighty then, if that's what you would prefer I'm in no mood to protest. Let's just get this over with."
The drive to the station took about an hour and a half. Beatrice and her family lived in the middle of nowhere just how they liked it no prying eyes to judge them.
When she got to the station, she was not greeted by her uncle, but a man in a suit. Beatrice rolled her eyes at the side of.
The cops in into a room, so she and the suit man could talk. "Hello Miss Beatrice, I am here on behalf of my client to escort you back to your rightful place," the man in the suit said.
"Okay, now what in the HELL are you on about?!" Beatrice shouted back at him.
A little over 24 years ago, your mother left her husband and three sons while pregnant with you. This constitute as kidnapping under the law. Due to this you have been held hostage for 24 years and are legally considered a victim needing protection of a legal guardian," the suit man said in a hoity-toity voice.
"I am here to escort you back to your family. They are eagerly awaiting your real arrival."
"Excuse me, sir, but WHAT THE FUCK!!!"