Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
“911. Daniel. Apartment.”
Grayson’s body flooded with panic as he read the sudden text.
“Oh, fuck.”
Immediately, he dialed his father, who picked up in two rings as usual.
“Hey, son—”
“Dad, get over here right now!”
“What? What’s—”
“Dad, now! It’s Helena, she’s in trouble! I’ll be outside!”
He abruptly hung up on his father, praying he would use a speed that was unlike him.
Grayson’s chair burst through his front door and down his ramp.
“Come on, come on.”
If he lays a single hand on her head, I swear…
Grayson clenched and unclenched his fists, keeping his breathing calm. They were fifteen minutes from Helena. Fifteen minutes where something horrible could happen. Fifteen minutes that he wasn’t there protecting her.
Fifteen minutes would be all it took to bury this animal if given the opportunity.
Two minutes later, his father’s van screeched to a halt in front of him, and he exited, already getting the ramp ready.
“What’s going on!”
“We have to get to Helena’s apartment. It’s her ex.”
“Her ex? What?”
“I’ll explain everything on the way, but we need to hurry!” Grayson grabbed hold of the car and threw himself inside the seat. His father, with unusual haste, drove the 350 pound wheelchair up the ramp with the pin pad and into the van. Uncharacteristically, he didn’t even strap it in.
He raced to the driver’s side and rushed out of his neighborhood while Grayson dialed.
“911 what is your emergency?”
I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.