Saving Grace. {completed}

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

"Can't this van go any faster?" To say Jason was feeling agitated was an understatement.

"We're not in the movies now, I'm pushing it as it is." Barry replied checking the speed, the roads were quiet there was nothing in their way which he was grateful for.

"If I had my McLaren we'd have been there by now." Jason thumped the side of the van door, which made Barry wince as if he had been hit himself.

"If you had that you'd be on your own, there's no way I'd fit in it," Barry retorted, "and don't take it out on the van mate."

Jason kept seeing Harry and the images in his head were terrifying. All he could think about was worst possible case scenarios for what could be happening to her and what she was going through. Every muscle in his body was tense and ready to fight he'd do whatever it took to rescue her and keep her safe.

"We got half hour and we'll be there, I still think we should call the police." Chris piped up from the back.

"and we will once we've got her," Jason replied but kept his focus forward.

"So, what's the plan?" Chris asked.

"Drive up to the cottage, rescue Harry, and beat the shit out of Kevin." Jason was direct in his answer.

"And if she isn't there?" Barry asked, he didn't want to be the one to say it, but somebody had to.

"I don't know, let's just get there." Jason took in a deep breath "they have to be there."

"What's his obsession with Harry?" Chris asked.

"I have no bloody idea, he's unhinged, God knows what he wants from her or what he's doing to her?" Jason's stomach felt like it was twisted so much so that it hurt. What would he do if he got there too late? There was so much he had to say to her, to tell her, to show her.

Harry ran on the hard ground the small stones of gravel hurt her feet but nothing would stop her, even though she had little idea of where she was heading. Her best bet was to make a run for the road, she knew there was little chance of seeing anyone, that's why Jason chose this cottage in the first place, because of its isolation and seclusion. Harry's heart beat heavily in her chest and her ears, she dared to look back she could still the open door with the light on inside, but everything else was black, no streetlights to light anything, which could be a blessing as well has a disaster. Sheer panic threatened to overwhelm her as she ran through brambles and over gravel, she was disorientated still, even though whatever he had given her was wearing off.

Every scene from every horror film she had watched flashed through her mind at rapid speed, trying to remember all the characters' fatal errors; don't go into the woods, don't give up and hide, (that never ends well), stay away from any other buildings, especially cellars or lofts (also never ends well) and lastly don't trip! Having watched many a victim trip they never regain their balance as they flail about on the ground only to end up, well... dead.

Behind her she could hear boots crunching on the ground as they beat heavily coming in her direction. The dress she had on was a light colour so she was already her own worst enemy, a beacon in the darkness. Harry wasn't even sure which direction she was running in but figured anywhere in the opposite direction from the cottage was good. If only Jason was here... but then Harry didn't even know if he was relieved that she had left or in fact was even bothered. He was probably cosying up with Caron right now, laughing together at Harry and her embarrassing display at the charity night. Harry felt like crying not because of the trauma she was going through now, this minute, but at the thought of Jason laughing at her whilst having another woman in his arms. Harry chocked back the tears and dashed them from her eyes, she had to see clearly, to think, she was on her own against a lunatic. There was no one to save her this time.