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Dan's POV
Without another word, my mother rose from her spot on the couch and began to walk to the door. Not knowing what else to do, I stood to follow her.
We were silent as I followed her down to her car and got in. The familiar smell of cinnamon and pine trees caused a wave of nostalgia to gently wash over me. A smile almost formed on my face, but my mouth wouldn't allow it.
I was a bit more than alarmed at my mum's driving speeds as we traveled through the air of the darkening sky. But she was the only one I had left to trust in that moment, so I gripped the seat and leaned back for the ride.
We drove in silence for almost two hours before we reached an impossibly long gravel driveway, leading back to a clearing next to a river. A forest lay beyond the clearing, and I had a feeling this was the setting of the horrific story I had been told earlier.
Finally, the car jolted to a stop, and my mum looked over at me.
"Why didn't we just call the police? I really don't know what the bloody hell you're doing, but it seems awfully dangerous."
She flashed a sly smile and began to reach under her seat.
"Sometimes it just isn't worth the risk. Besides, that's Phil in there about to get killed. Wouldn't you just much rather fuck the one responsible up yourself?"
I was taken aback by her use of language, but figured I really shouldn't be surprised by anything that came out of that woman's mouth these days.
"Risk? I mean I see where you're coming from, but wouldn't it be a lot less of a risk if we were to call the cops?"
I questioned.
She chuckled.
"Not when you're doing things mum's way."
She said, finally finding what she was searching for under her seat and pulling out a long metal baseball bat.
My eyes widened.
"What the-"
"Let's kick some ass and get revenge, honey."
