Wanting You

Leaving the house, I actually felt relieved. I could breathe again. Not that being with them was horrible, but I just had so many pent up feelings that I’d held in for so long, and feeling them in such a short amount of time took a lot out of me.

The night was quiet with the moon’s light shining down beautifully. The stars were bright as they lit up the sky.

Getting in the car, the hair on the back of my neck stood as if electricity was flowing through me. Looking around, I didn’t see anyone except Dad waving from the door, but felt this eerie sense like someone was watching me from the shadows. Shaking it off, I locked the doors, needing Deke and a drink. Before leaving, I texted Deke and told him I was on my way.

Cranking the radio, Miranda was singing about revenge and lost love. My thoughts drifted to Deke and how wonderful he’d been since that maniac tried to hurt me. His small touches, his kisses, and words had been everything I’d ever dreamed of. I’d wanted him for so long, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

While I loved Miranda, I couldn’t help but feel nothing of lost love … I was so in love with this man it physically hurt. It hurt that I wasn’t near him. I needed to be with him. A smile etched on my face just thinking of him and made my cheeks throb.

Bam … My head was thrown forward, hitting my forehead on the steering wheel as my jeep was slammed into from behind. With tears in my eyes from the hit, panic raced through me and made it difficult to breathe. Searching in the rearview mirror, two bright headlights were shining coming closer and closer.

Bam … Another slam of my car. Fear touched every part of my body as I gripped the steering wheel tight. I searched for somewhere to pull in with people. I needed to get away from whoever this was immediately and get help.

Searching, there was nothing but trees lining the road with a few dusty turn offs. Trying desperately to keep my panic in check, I reminded myself I needed to stay in as much control as I could muster.

Bam … The hard hit caused the car to begin to spin. Turning the wheel, I tried like hell to regain control of the car.

Bam … It felt as if I was rolling in the air as the wind whipped all around me. A loud crash … My head slammed against something hard, and the lights went out.

16 Deke

The walls of my office were beginning to close in on me. For hours, I’d sat here like some pussy whipped little boy waiting for Vann to call or text me. So far, nothing. She was supposed to call as soon as she left her dad’s, but that had yet to happen.

I’d texted her only twice, because I was such a patient person … yeah right. But nothing back. I’d half a mind to hightail my ass out of here and go to her dad’s and check on her.

It seems as though that was what it’d always been. Me chasing after Vann. In high school she was a total bookworm, keeping to herself and mostly hanging out with Kinsley and Sawyer. Not much there had changed. I felt the smile play on my lips at the memory.

Seeing Vann across the library, I couldn’t help but feel that pull toward her that’d happened for the past few years every time I set eyes on her. Not that either of us did anything about it. When we were small, our parents hung out quite a bit, but shit happened and those days were long gone now. I missed hanging out with her, even if our families were around.

It surprised me that she was actually really fun to talk to. We’d laughed, played around with Jaxson, and just had fun. It was so nice to let loose and be with her. Then the beginning of my freshman year, my folks began to have some issues. All I heard was a shitload of fighting, so I kept Jaxson away and took him pretty much everywhere with me.

Even though Jaxson was two years younger than me, I loved hanging out with him. He was totally mischievous and played way too many pranks, and being the loving brother that I was, I played them right back.

On the night Jaxson died, which would have been the end of my junior year, my parents were beyond consolable. Besides the yelling and hateful words that spewed out of their mouths to me, they didn’t talk to me, completely ignoring me ... which went on for weeks. But that night I needed someone. Images of Vann sitting at the picnic table listening to me rant about baseball and soccer popped into my head. Vann popped into my head.

I just knew she would listen to me, because at that moment, that was all I wanted. I needed someone to be there even if I didn’t know how or what my body was going through. I knew I needed to be with someone.

The sound of my cell going off with a call and a text pulled me from my memories. Thinking it was Vann I excitedly turned over the phone. Disappointment hit when Z’s name popped up on the caller ID.

“What’s up?”

“Get out to Koerner Road now!” Z yelled into the phone, totally out of breath like he’d just ran a marathon.

“What’s going on?” I clipped.

“Vann! Her car’s in the ditch. There’s lots of blood … and …” he trailed off.

“What?” I barked as I leaped out of the chair causing it to fall to the ground with a loud crash.

Z’s voice quivered. “She’s not here. She’s nowhere.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” I raced as fast as I could to my truck, pushing my way through the throngs of people.

“Like I said, she’s nowhere. There’s a trail of blood, and it just stops. Someone took her.” His voice was barely audible.

Dread coursed through my veins, turning them to ice, but I didn’t let it still me. I instantly went into cop mode. “Are there tracks?”

“Yeah. Truck tires that appeared to be covered in mud since they left us something to go on.” Z’s voice turned from melancholy to factual in a flash. It was the way I needed him if we were going to find Vann.

“Anyone see it?”

“Not that I’ve found yet.”

“Damn it. Who’s there on scene?” I would be going full cop mode as soon as my damn truck would get me there.

“Tebbin, Mason, and Fly right now. But more are on the way.”

Throwing my phone across the dash didn’t help the pain go away. If she would have just fucking listened to me and let me come with her to see her dad, but no. She had to be independent and stubborn as shit. But that was what I loved about her.

Yeah. I loved her. I always had; no one ever compared to her so I never tried. No reason to. When she left my life, she took my heart with her. And I’d be damned if this asshole was gonna hurt her now that I finally got her back.

Pulling onto Koerner Road, I couldn’t help but want answers, not unlike every other time I pulled up to an accident. In this case I was grateful for them because knowing it was Vann was tearing my shit up.

Three cars were parked in the middle of the street with their lights rapidly flashing. Pulling up, I instantly saw Vann’s jeep. I stopped dead in my tracks. Her jeep looked as if it was part of the demolition derby and didn’t fare so well. The top was smashed in. The side walls were busted in and one side looked to be completely ripped off. The back of it was smashed almost all the way to the front as if someone had hit her from the back end repeatedly.

If I had to guess, she got rear-ended and clipped causing her jeep to flip a few times before it landed in the