65. Ruth
Chapter 65
Ruth
I was crying when I turned toward Daisy’s house. I didn’t know what had made me go that way instead of toward my dad’s house. Maybe it was Daisy’s last text.
I meant what I said. I’m always here if you need me.
I didn’t know, couldn’t think straight. I only knew that right then, I wanted my sister.
What if she wasn’t home? What if I got there and the house was empty? What if I was forced to turn around and met Gray on the road?
I tried to call her but it went straight to voice mail.
“Please,” I muttered. “Please…”
It was too late to turn around. I would just have to hope Daisy was home, hope Gray hadn’t followed me out of Mo’s parking lot. The adrenaline that had gotten me out of Gray’s car still surged through my veins, but now there was real fear too.
You spoiled little cunt.
What the actual fuck?
I felt so young. So young and so stupid .
You won’t need your bags where you’re going.
Obviously Gray was some kind of psycho rapist. He hadn’t liked me at all. He’d just planned to use me, to hurt me, and probably even worse.
I thought about the girls that had gone missing over the past few years. Was Gray Cantwell a serial killer? My brain tried to compute the data, snagged on the fact that Gray and his dad had only been in Blackwell Falls for a few months, and finally gave up when I hit a ditch of gathering rainwater at the base of the road leading to my mom’s old house.
Water sprayed up the passenger side window and onto the windshield, temporarily blocking my view before the wipers cleared the glass. I wasn’t a very experienced driver, had never driven in anything close to the storm bearing down on Blackwell Falls. I needed to focus on getting to the house in one piece.
I would worry about the rest when I got there.