Keira

Chapter 35 Taken

          "Preston, Tyler," I said walking towards the school exit "I truly do appreciate how much you guys have been caring for the girls and I," I said coming to a halt turning around to face them. To see them practically skid to a stop "but if I don't get some space soon," I said calmly "I Am Going To Kill Someone!" I shouted at them. "Kiera," said Tyler putting on  his sad puppy dog eyes we all discovered three days ago that I can't say no to Tyler's puppy eyes. Like for real can not say no. My brothers have been using Tyler to their advantage since the discovery. "No," I said closing my eyes "no, no, no," I said not backing down from this "my, I have never seen you so stressed," I heard the familiar sound of my dearest uncle. I turned around quickly "Uncle Carson!" I cheered practically tackling him at how happy I was to see him "don't worry boys. I am just taking Kiera here out for a bit," Uncle Carson told the boys as he escorted me out the school with his body guards.

          "Bye guys," I called "pick up the boys for me please," I said "and they can not be late for their practices," Uncle Carson and I stepped out the school into one of his three black SUVs. Once in and the door shut I sighed Uncle Carson chuckled "I really have never seen you this stressed Kiera," he told me I smiled softly for a second before becoming serious. "I am glad to see you got my message," I said he nodded his head "of course anything for my Goddaughter," he told me. "Good," I said he gave me questioning look "is this about Jerry," Uncle Carson asked me, I nodded my head with a serious and stern look on my face.  "I sense something bad is coming Uncle Carson," I told him "I am sure it-" "no Uncle Carson," I said he looked at me shocked before frowning. "What do you need from me," he asked I smiled to him softly before becoming serious again.

          "Bye Uncle Carson," I called from the sidewalk in front of my house I knew Mom had to be home already along with Matty, who was sick this morning. I took my keys out from my bag but stopped to see the door slightly a open I felt a gut wrenching feel as I stared at it. Every worse case scenario  rushed through my mind at what I could find at the other side of this door. I dropped my bag down preparing myself in case someone ambushes me. I opened the door wider stepping in to see the house a complete wreck. "Mom," I called "Matty," I shouted out I looked in the kitchen, dinning room, mom's office, the living room obviously, the laundry room, and the half bathroom that is downstairs. As I made my way up the stairs I could hear the floor boards creaking under my feet, the house was dead silent. The first room I checked was Mom's room but as I opened the door someone grabbed me from behind and threw down the hall back towards the stairs.

           A guy at least a foot and few inches taller than me and way more muscular than me stood in dark clothing I could see a clear bite mark on his arm. It is small like a child's mouth, which means it defiantly came from Matty. I got up and getting into my fighting stance "where's my mom and brother," I said sternly not showing any other emotion except anger. The man chuckled "you mean brothers right," he asked me, I looked at him confused "what are you talking about," I said sternly he chuckled again. "Well Sweetie," he said as I glared at him "your other brother ended up getting quite sick at school. So your mother went to get them. Not long after they got home. Jerry thought it might be a wonderful surprised to come visit," he said taunting me with his last sentence. "One of your idiot brothers bite me though. So I thought I'd be you welcoming home comity. And get some pay back for what the brat did," he told I glared hard at him "where are they," I asked feeling close to losing my temper. 

          He didn't answer my question instead he charged at me tackling me, we rolled down the stairs throwing punches at each other. When we got to the bottom we separated and both got up "where are they!" I yelled he only smirked throwing a few jabs at me that easily avoided. In return I front kicked him away and jumped up on him throwing punch after punch into his face we he had stumbled into the living room. Before I knew what was happening I felt my back hit the coffee table and break with him on top of me, he hit me in the face twice before I got him off of me. I got up quick doing a double roundhouse kick into the side of his head he fell over slightly but caught himself. I did an axe kick hard to his back causing him to fall down onto his face "where are they," I yelled again getting impatient the guy somehow got back up.

          He was chuckling as he stood back to his feet impulsively I charged forward using the couch to launch me up into the air to hit him in the face. But he grabbed my arm turned in a semi circle and threw me into the wall that held all our family pictures. I heard the crunching of glass breaking and felt it pierce my skin on the back of right shoulder as I fell other pictures frames fell the glass shattering. I stood up though ignoring the pain in my body. I looked down at a shatter picture frame before me. It was the last group picture we had taken with dad before he was murdered. Seeing my dad's face, seeing my mother's face, and my brothers' faces all smiling with no care in the world. I was even smiling the same I was happy and I have been fore a while now thanks to my family and my friends. I couldn't let them be taken away from this world, not from me.

          "Jerry wasn't kidding when he said your feisty," the guy said as he came towards me "I am more than just that," I said with no emotion the guy came to a halt as I looked into his eyes. I could see the fear in his eyes and bruised bloody face it was as clear a day to me. But he quickly got rid of that look and charged at me I avoided him. He got angrier at the fact I avoided his attack he charged at me throwing punch after punch at me. But with grace and a new found strength in me, I managed to avoid each punch. He stumbled past me at one point after we had moved into the kitchen I quickly took the chance and kicked him in the butt forwards. He crashed into the counter as he turned around to face me I laid punch after punch not letting up. But as I hit him, I kept asking "where is my family," I didn't stop until his face was bloody and seemed like he could barely hold himself up.

         I grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him close to my face, but he feel to his knees before me unable to hold himself up. "Where did Jerry take them to," I asked with so much anger in my voice "he took... to a warehouse... on Nolton Drive," the guy told me. "Thanks," I said I punched him one more time and he was out like a light I let him fall to the ground as I grabbed my keys. I hurried to my car getting in starting my car up and heading for the warehouse. I knew there is only one warehouse on that street dad took me down that street a few times. Saying it was always important for me to know things about certain streets, so I could get around easily. He was right like always. "Just hang on guys," I said "I'm coming I promised I always would come. When you needed me," I said remembering how I promised my brothers after Dad's funeral that I'd always come for them no matter the trouble.