Chapter 4
LUCY
No. Where are they taking me? They need to let me go. I need to get away. I need to get back to my son. I need to feed him.
Fear grips me tighter though as the thought of the drugs in my system hits me. No. I can’t feed him. I can’t feed my son with these poisons. My eyes burn, but tears don’t fall. I have to tell them. I have to figure out a way to speak. To let them know the dangers.
Mustering all the strength I can, I force my tongue and lips to work again.
“M-M-Mi-i-ilk d-d-drugged.” I just keep repeating it, hoping they’ll understand.
But they don’t. They look confused, this man holding me and the giant one beside him.
I stare into the one holding me’s hazel eyes, pleading with him to understand.
He lifts me out of the car, carrying me into what I can barely make out is a very large house. I keep trying to tell him, but it’s exhausting, and they’re not listening. They bark orders, their voices loud, and everyone runs to get out of their way and do their bidding.
Who are they?
I close my eyes, so freaking tired. I need to get to my son.
How the hell am I going to tell them? Then, how am I going to get the hell out of here?
I don’t know who they are, but I don’t want to stick around to find out.
Whoever they are, they knew where to find me, which means that they must know those people that took me. My so-called biological family.
I don’t want anything to do with them or with these guys. I want my son. I want my sister, and I want to run. Run as far away as we can so they can never find us again.
I’m coming, Soren. Mommy’s coming. Just hold on.