The enemy

< Chapter 15 >

River's pov:

"What the fuck do you mean, he's gone?" I questioned, curiosity and anger clear in my tone.

Malcolm became more frightened as he could sense the anger radiating throughout my body.

"He's not here. He's g-gone, miss." Malcolm informed me.

"I understand that. I'm asking what you mean by gone? Where the fuck is he?"

I was this close the killing the bastard.
He was just repeating himself and it was pissing me the fuck off.

He, once again, just stared at me and said nothing. Not a single word left his mouth.

"Listen, you fucking prick, I'm about two seconds away from blowing your fucking insides out, so it really is in your best interest to start telling me what the fuck happened."

He flinched at my words, making it clear he's scared.

"Th-They took him!" He yelled, getting the message through to me but it still wasn't enough for my liking.

Who took him?

"Who? Who the fuck took my father?" I asked through gritted teeth, trying my best to get some answers before murdering the fucker.

"S-Seth Wolf and Mr Y-Yarrow, miss. They stormed in here and took him away. They didn't say anything about where they were going. Please let me go now."

So you mean to tell me that I travelled three fucking hours to Indiana, with Kingston in the same car as me, just for my father to have been taken, yet again, by Kingstons fucking father.

And the whole time, Kingston probably knew about it and thought it would be funny.

I'm going to fucking kill him.

"So that's it? My father's just gone? And now his life is in the hands of Seth fucking Wolf?" I'm going to kill every single cunt involved.

Malcolm nervously nodded in reply as I let out an evil laugh, knowing I'm about to go on a fucking rampage.

Calming myself down, I looked Malcolm in the eye, tears rapidly filling his eyes, probably realising he's not leaving here alive. "Thank you, Malcolm."

A few seconds later, his blood covered the floor and walls surrounding us.

Now, my next mission is to find Kingston. And kill him.

Leaving Malcolm's now dead body behind, my body was brimmed with anger and rage.

Kingston is going to fucking pay. For both him and his father. Maybe his father's little prick of a friend, too.

Making my way upto the second floor of the building, the smell got stronger, but I had to deal with it. I need to find Kingston.

As I'd looked infront of me, I noticed a dead body laid by the doorway of a room, at the end of the corridor.

Kingston must be close then.