Wait For You

Hero

Call dropped.

"Fuck," Scarlett mumbled as the cell phone lost its signal.

"What are we going to do now?" Phil scratched his head.

"To be completely honest, I don't even fucking know," Scarlett sighed. "I just want to get out of this stupid place, but we can't even do that if we don't even know where the hell we are, and there's no damn cell service," she grunted. "I just hope someone finds us before I go insane."

"I'm sure someone will find us," Phil shrugged, not really fully believing his words. "I hope, at least."

"We should probably try to get out of these woods, shouldn't we?" Scarlett suggested.

"Probably," Phil spoke softly. "I'm getting sick of being confined inside a log cabin."

"Some adventure we've had, huh?" Scarlett tried to lighten the mood.

"I wouldn't quite call it an adventure," Phil furrowed his eyebrows, "it was more of a, torture chamber, honestly. I've still got handcuff imprints on my wrists," he rubbed over the marks on his skin.

"Well let's just hope we find a road or something, because I hate being in the woods at night, not that I've actually ran through the forest at night," Scarlett remarked.

Phil chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll be here to protect you if you get mauled by a bear," he pushed out his chest, and placed his hands on his hips to show off his mighty muscles.

"Oh, my hero," Scarlett rolled her eyes and she lightly hit his chest.

"Forever and always," Phil joked.

+

Randy was on way to his rental car when he was stopped by John, and shot him a resentful glare. "What do you want?" Randy spat.

"I wanted to apologize," John replied sheepishly.

"Excuse me, what?" Randy scoffed. "Did I hear that right?"

"I said I'm sorry for not believing you," John slipped his hands in his pockets. "I was wrong," he sighed.

Randy's gaze softened. "Why would you think I would ever do something like that? To your daughter John...me of all people."

"I don't know," John shrugged, "I guess you were the easiest suspect."

Randy sighed, unsure of what to say in response. "I really don't know what to tell you, other than I know where she is."

John's eyes light up. "What. H--how?"

"She called me," Randy answered. "So I'm on my way to find her," he pointed to the car.

"Well I'm coming with you," John declared and recognized the hesitation in Randy's eyes. "I'm her father, I'm coming with you," John demanded.

Randy reluctantly agreed. "Alright, but it's a long drive."

"Where exactly are they?" John froze in his steps.

"Death Valley," Randy explained. "Jericho has an old cabin the woods where he's keeping them."

"Shouldn't we call the police or something?" John recommended.

"Only if you want this thing to get more publicity," Randy shot down the idea immediately. 

John shrugged. "I guess you're right."

"Now come on, get in the car," Randy opened the door for him.

 +

"Randy, where the hell are we?" John grunted as he stepped out of the car.

"You'll see, just grab a flashlight, and follow me," Randy pointed the light towards the woods.