Chapter 30
My entire body froze, waiting.
Everyone had been out for hours, still looking and scouring the city for any sign of Rebecca, Larry, or Clark. I’d branched out a little further, walking through some old woods that I knew from when I was a kid.
I kept waiting, not stepping forward.
There.
Someone was screaming.
I took off through the trees, running towards the sound. I reached over, radioing as I jogged.
“I may have something,” I rushed.
“What is it?” Lucas’ voice was frantic. He hadn’t left the radio table except to console Nat or use the bathroom.
“Out east of town. Where the old Paxton farms are.”
“Got it. Is it her?” he replied.
“I don’t know yet,” I said, still jogging closer, the screams getting louder, “But it’s something, man.”
I jogged closer, turning the radio down as the old farmhouse came into view. There was light coming from one of the cracked windows. My brows furrowed. I walked around the side of the house, seeing an old four door car that shouldn't even be legal to drive. The screaming rose higher, then stopped, abruptly, and I heard men laughing.
Not even thinking, I crept closer, peering through the window, jaw clenching at what I saw.
I’d found them. Rebecca was laying on the table, unconscious it seemed. Larry and Clark were talking quietly, bragging and laughing between each other. My skin seemed too tight suddenly, as I saw her face covered in fresh bruising, blood running down it.
We were about thirty minutes from town. I radioed in again quietly, “It's her. Paxton Farm. Main farmhouse. I’m turning the radio off and going in. I can’t wait. She’s hurt.” I said, then turned everything off.
I took my gun out, turning the safety off, and crept around to the house’s back door. Stepping through it, I walked through a run down kitchen and into the hall towards the living room where they were. They were oblivious to my presence. I heard Becks groan, trying to come back to consciousness.
“Ah. She’s already awake and ready to play again!” her ex crowed.
My jaw clenched again. Backup would be here soon but I couldn’t let them torture her any more. What if it had been Monica laying there? I couldn't let them do anything worse than they’d already done. She wasn’t even wearing any pants. Lucas would do the same for me.
“I’d step back, you fuckers,” I said, stepping out of the darkness of the hallway into the room.