Chapter 60 Lucy
It’s a man, or two men, I’m not sure. Either way, I know the voice.
It tickles my brain, but I can’t place it.
After he held the gun to my side, I did as he asked.
I slid into the backseat of a rusted out old Chevy Chevelle, and allowed him to wrap an old ripped up rag around my head covering my eyes.
We didn’t drive too long, but the turns and direction are so familiar I’d know the drive to my family’s diner any day. Glass shatters and my shoulders jump before I’m being pulled out of the car. Not a word is uttered, as we walk over broken glass and the shards bite into the sides of my feet.
I suck in a sharp inhale, cursing the pain but remaining alert. This person isn’t going to scare me, and I’ll be fucking damned if I let them know they hurt me.
Shoving me down into one of the booths, I fall on my side and my dress hikes up. I pray they aren’t watching as I right the material. I’m grateful my hands aren’t tied, or that would have been a lot harder to fix.
I don’t bother asking what they want, it’s clear that whatever it is, I’m the bait.
After a few minutes the man comes back over, I can hear the crunch of his boots scratching up our tile as he walks on the glass. He picks me up by my arm, it’s not harsh like back at the carnival, this is more gentle, but I still don’t like his hands on me.
“I’m sorry it had to be this way, Lucy.” He says, not sounding sorry at all. It’s the first time he’s said more than a few words and something about the muffled voice is familiar, but it’s too distorted to recognize.
Cool air hits my exposed shoulders and I panic. Is he putting me in the freezer? The cool air intensifies and the telltale sound of cold metal against cold metal makes my teeth chatter.
“I’ll let you out as soon as your boyfriend gets here, better hope he hurries.” The man says before he pushes me in and I fall to my hands and knees as my whole body shivers. If I can get up and run for the door fast enough, I can stop it from latching, leaving it cracked to make my escape.
Pulling off the blindfold, I spin around and then curse, finding the latch closed and the emergency button broken off.
“Goddammit.” I scream. “Why are you doin’ this?”
On the other side of the metal door a phone rings and I bang on the door, I scream and scream, hoping whoever they’re calling can hear me.
I hear a distorted voice, and scream louder, praying whoever is on the other end of the line can hear it.
The person outside the door moves away and I lose the ability to hear anything.
There’s got to be a fail safe in here, I refuse to die in my own fucking freezer wearing a pretty dress with dried cum between my legs.
Reese will come.
I have no doubt he will.
Time ticks by, my body’s turning numb to the cold. I’ve tried prying off the panels, loosening bolts. I’ve broken three fingernails already. I tried pulling apart the shelving inside, but it’s frozen solid and I sag against the far wall.
I tore through the ingredients we store in here, hoping to find something, anything to help me get out of here.
My fingers and toes are the first to lose feeling when there’s a commotion outside the door and I rush as fast as I can to the latch, banging my fist as hard as I can while blood coats my fingertips from my torn nails.
Boots walk over and I prepare myself to fight my way out when I hear an unmistakable sound. It’s muffled in here, but I know that was a gun shot.
There’s cussing on the other side, and he hollers through the door. “I’m gonna open this door, if you try to run, I’ll fuckin’ shoot you in the head. Do you understand me, Lucy?”
“Y-Y-Y-Yesss,” I stutter around the cold.
The door opens, and a rush of air blows in, though it’s cold air. I stand and he points the gun at me, dragging something inside.
“I-I-Is th-that?”
My hands cup my mouth as Sheriff Folley’s body is dragged into the freezer and dumped there. Blood seeps through his vest, and I rush to him. “Sh-sherrif?”
“He wasn’t supposed to be here!” He shouts, waving the gun in his hand around and pulling at the hood covering his face as he starts hyperventilating.
Once the mask is gone, I can see his clean shaven face.
I understand why the voice was familiar, I remember the accent, the vitriol in his voice when he spoke to me.
“B-Brent, p-please, don’t d-do, this,” I plead. I’m fucking freezing to death and why? Because I turned him down? Because he didn’t get to be my hero when Levi died?
His head snaps up, and sure enough, Brent looks back at me with hatred in his gaze before slamming the door shut once more.