Beckoned Through The Dark

44 // Lesego // Rampage

How stupid of me, I was going to get us killed!

I shut my eyes tightly as she lowered her body while Clay held me tighter against him.

I was so lost in my thoughts earlier I got so frightened when I felt that cat, it had totally freaked me out.

Ever since I found out about everything, my paranoia was on another level.

I tried so hard to keep my breathing in check, if Clay didn't have his hand over my mouth, I would have lost it a long time ago.

I almost screamed when her eyes met mine as she looked under the truck.

But instead of doing anything, she just frowned and continued scanning her eyes under the truck.

"What are you doing here?" She knocked her head against the truck while both Clay and I tensed at the voice.

What just happened? It was as if she did not see us laying there.

She quickly stood up and dusted herself off. "Sihle! What a nice surprise, what are you doing out here?" She asked in such an octave, I could swear she was nervous.

"Funny you should ask that, I just got released," Sihle said in the coldest voice I'd ever heard coming from him. "Are you here to get me? Oh, Zack!" His boots faded into the shadows as he wandered off to where Zack was. "What happened to him?" He asked.

Karabelo snorted as she followed him. "He is in mourning for his dear Lesego."

"What?" Sihle's voice sliced through the tension.

Clay held me so tight I felt like I couldn't breathe. He was literally breathing in my neck, and I was starting to feel hot. "Are you okay?" He whispered, his warm breath tickling my ears. I nodded, or at least tried to. His grip on me loosened, and we both waited in anticipation to hear what was going to happen next.

I couldn't believe just a second ago I was staring into her eyes.

"Yes, your sweet little Lesego is dead. None of you will choose her over me again, she's dea–" her breath caught, and I wondered what was happening because it sounded like she'd been enjoying tormenting them with her words.

"You will never ever take her place, do you understand?" All Sihle got in response was a cough. Wait, was he choking her? "You will never ever be like Lesego no matter how hard you try. You may look like her, even speak like her, you may share her birthday, even her blood...but you will never be her. Remember that."

Choked cries filled the place as Sihle's steps retreated into the distance.

"You are going to pay for this, Sihle!" Karabelo said between coughs. "And as for you," her voice hardened as she spoke to Zack. "I'm not done with you just yet. I want you to suffer as you watch me destroy everything your little Isabelle built, her family, friends, her academic life. You will wish you'd killed her when you got the chance. Guard!" Footsteps ran into the parking lot. "I was never here. Take him back to his cell."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The guard dragged Zack out, and Karabelo also left.

Clay and must have stayed under the truck for about thirty minutes before we came out.

"What's next?" I asked Clay while dusting myself off. "Aren't we going to see Zack anymore?"

"No. It's too risky. Especially now that we know she has people working for her and keeping an eye on him," he said.

I sighed in relief. Honestly, I was not looking forward to seeing Zack anymore. More than anything I wanted to look him in the eye one last time just to make sure if the friend I once knew was still there.

I felt so hurt, betrayed. He had been sent to kill me.

"We have more people to worry about, so we need to get back to the cabin and regroup."

Once we got to the car, Clay removed the number plates and stickers from his car, removing everything that defined his car.

Under normal circumstances I would have been baffled, but at this point, every precautionary measure was necessary because we had no idea what we were battling against.

During our ride back to the woods Clay's phone kept ringing, and my face kept popping up on the screen, but he ignored it.

"Aren't you making things worse by ignoring her?" I asked, but he just took my hand to his lips and continued driving.

I hated to admit it, but I didn't like this at all, Clay needed to spend more time with her if we wanted to keep a close eye on her.

I thought nothing more could go wrong on this day, but I was proven wrong later in the day when we arrived at the cabin.

"What the..." Clay trailed off as he hopped out of the car.

It looked like there had been a hurricane.

I'd never anything like this before.

Where once stood a cabin were planks and tiles scattered all over.

Shuttered glass, furniture, cloths...it was as if something had chewed the place and spat it out.

"Clay–"

"What happened here?" He asked, a frown on his face.

After standing there and trying to add things up, Clay decided to call Abigail.