He gets up now, going back over to the bottle and then sitting down. "I thought he was going to follow in my steps." My stomach goes up and down as if it’s a wave in the ocean. "Made sure he watched as I took care of his mother. Kept her in her place. I kept a roof over his fucking head, and what did he do?" he hisses out. "Leaves me for dead." Takes another drink. "Took me three days to get up," he says. "Broke my fucking leg." He shakes his head now. "Left me for fucking dead," he repeats. "His own father. The one who gave him everything he has. Took in his mother when she showed up pregnant and all. Blaming me like it was my fault. Made sure the doctor took care of her for the next time. There was no way I was going to be stuck with another kid. Not me," he says, my heart breaking for the woman who suffered under his hand. "One bastard was enough."
He comes over to me now. "I’m ready," he says as his hand comes out and pushes my hair to the side. "I don’t know how long I have with you." His fingers trail from my cheek to my neck, and his hand goes to the heart pendant that Mayson gave me. "Should I fuck you with the heart on?" He laughs and picks it up in his hand. "What the fuck is this?" he says and rips the chain off my neck. I watch him as he gets up and plays with the heart in his hand. "What the fuck?" he hisses, looking at me. "You fucking bitch." He snarls at me and comes over, and his hand comes out to strike me. It hits so hard that my head smashes back, and I slowly fade away, the darkness coming to get me.
The sound of crashing is all over me, and I want to scream, but the only thing I can do is let the darkness take me away.
Chapter 33
Mayson
Ethan and I move through the dark forest, side by side. Both of us geared up and ready for whatever is going to happen. The helmet on my head has the night vision goggles as we spot the deserted wooden cabin.
We sit with our backs to the tree right next to the cabin, waiting for the word to go in.
It’s been the longest forty minutes of my life, standing in the middle of the forest with the abandoned truck and the phone ringing in my hand.
"Do I have your attention now?” I heard the voice, and everything in my body turned cold. I look over at Casey, who typed something on his phone.
"If you touch one hair on her head," I said with my teeth clenched so tight together I thought my jaw would break. "I am going to skin you alive."
He laughed in my ear, and all I did was clutch the phone in my hand harder. "Now is that any way to talk to your father?"
"Fuck you." The two words were the only words I could say. "You don’t want her. You want me. So let her go."
"You want her." He baited me. "Then you better fucking find her before it’s too late, you son of a bitch."
I took my phone and threw it against the tree. "We couldn’t get a trace," Casey said, and I looked at him.
"The locket," I said the two words. "She’s wearing the locket."
"Let’s go." Casey turned and ran to his truck. Jacob drove as Casey got on his phone and made things happen. We were back at the shooting barn in a matter of minutes, and Quinn was the first one out of the truck as he ran toward the room.
We walked in, and he was already taking out everything we needed. "Mayson and I will go in," Ethan said, and to be honest, I zoned everything out as I got ready for the war that was going to happen.
"Okay, we got eyes on you two," Casey says into our ear. "Quinn and Jacob are right behind you."
"We are moving in," I say in the mouthpiece and then look over at Ethan. He motions to me, and we move toward the cabin. Our guns are both drawn and ready to shoot, I hear my father’s voice now. "What the fuck is this?" we hear him shout. "What the fuck?” he hisses, and I look at Ethan. "You fucking bitch," he says, and when I hear him hit her, all bets are off.
"He found the tracker," I hear screamed in my earpiece. "Tracker has been found."
I get up now and kick in the door, wood flying everywhere. I make a quick sweep of the room, and my eyes fall to her as she slumps down to the floor. I feel something come over me as I charge him.
I run at him and knock him on his ass, my shoulder hitting his stomach. "You fucking bastard," I say between clenched teeth, and I sit on top of him now, my fist hitting him over and over again. "You will never," I say when my fist connects with his jaw, and I feel bones cracking, "touch her again."
I hear someone yelling my name and then feel someone grab one wrist and someone else grab the other and look over to see Ethan and Quinn. "He isn’t worth it. You need to go to Chelsea."
I look over and see Chelsea slumped on the floor. I get up now and walk over to her, and my heart is in my throat as I get close to her and reach out to touch her. I move her hair away from her face and see the blood now around her mouth. A sob rips through me as I lean down and pick her up. "Baby," I say
