Walk

Thirty-Seven\\Bricks pt. 2

Slim\\

It was dark when I finally left the diner. It was cold outside and the leaves had began falling off the trees by now. The trees were almost naked, actually. I had my Jean jacket and a pair of black skinny jeans, along with my button up blouse. I called Jason, he said he wasn't home yet, as soon as I got out of the diner.

The streetlights flickered as I walked down the cold side street. There were barely any cars out and the sudden breeze made me shiver. My teeth chattered as I rushed home.

I had a feeling that someone was trailing me, so I kept looking back every now and then. There was never anybody there, but the feeling never ceased to exist.

I made a left turn away from my house. I figured I'd go the long way and hopefully whoever was following me would lose interest. Not a good idea because almost immediately after that, a hard object flew from behind me and collided with the back of my skull.

I fell over and looked back. A dark silhouette was rushing towards me. It looked to be a boyish figure and was running fast. The person was a good distance behind me for me to regain balance and start running.

I pulled my phone out from my front pocket and searched for Jason's contact. I swiped the screen and it instantly dialed his number. After three rings, he answered the phone, but it was too late. The person snatched me up and made me drop my phone. That didn't stop me from screaming out for help, the first person coming to mind being Jason.

"Jason, help me!" I screamed, knowing damn well he didn't know where the fuck I was or what was happening. I could hear muffled yells from Jason over the phone, but by then the person had already began carrying me towards a van that suddenly appeared.

They bashed my head against another vehicle's window and I slowly began losing consciousness. The person threw me into the back of the van as everything became darker.

Jason\\

Slim was screaming through the phone and the next thing I know, a man picked up the phone.

"Next time Braun hires someone to fucking kill us, maybe you'll be sure you killed all of us." the man said before hanging up the phone.

My blood boiled and my grip on the steering wheel tightened. I slammed the gas and rushed home, but likewise Slim wasn't home. I unlocked my phone and called Justin.

"Hello?" he asked. He sounded like he was just waking up.

"Get the guys and bring your asses to Portland, now!" I yelled into the phone. I heard Malcolm in the background giving his two cents.

"Damn, he sounds mad." Malcolm said in the background.

"What happened?" Justin asked. "Why do we got to come?"

"They fucking took her, man. They kidnapped Slim!" I yelled, "Did Chaz and Ryan kill all the fucking guys or no? Because they're obviously still alive and they got my fucking girlfriend!"

"We'll be there soon." Justin said. "Calm down, we'll get her back."

"No, I'm gonna kill somebody. I fucking swear I'm killing everybody who get's in my way." I snapped.

"Hey, Jason! Why don't you try filling out a police report." Malcolm said. I was obviously on speakerphone. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Are you fucking stupid? They're gonna ask why would anyone want Slim and you know what the fuck I'll end up saying?" I asked, "I'll end up saying that we had a fucking fight and they wanted revenge. They'll find out I shot up that fucking house. They'll find out we were hired by Braun to kill somebody and their people. Then they'll find out that I'm the most wanted man in Nevada. Are you fucking stupid?" I continued after nobody said anything. "Where's Ryan and Chaz? Tell them that once I see them, I'm beating their fucking ass. They fucked up! They fucked up bad! If anybody hurts Slim, I'm killing everybody who touched her."

I was fuming. I was yelling and everybody outside could probably hear me from inside but I didn't care. I still had to get Katelyn from our neighbor and I had to look after my daughter while her mother was missing? This had to be a fucking prank. This had to be somebody joking around with me.

I promise that word to everything that I fucking love, if anybody puts their hands on Slim, I'll fucking kill them. I'll kill everybody they love from their grandmother to their child. I don't give a fuck anymore. They want to bring my family into this, I was going to bring their family into this. Everybody who stood in my way was going to fucking die.

"Whoa, no need to threaten us!" Chaz said in the background. "It ain't my fault. There was a dog, we told you that."

"Fuck the dog, Chaz! If you did your job correctly, Slim wouldn't be who knows where being tortured or whatever by whoever the fuck took her." I spat. "Y'all get up here by tomorrow. I mean it." With that, I hung up. I was mad as fuck and was in no mood to play around with anybody.

Although I was fucking pissed, I couldn't bring my daughter around my temper. I cooled off and went down the block to get Katelyn. I knocked on the door three times before ringing the doorbell impatiently. A few seconds later, Diane opened the door and handed Katelyn to me with a smile.

"Hey, Jason. What's up?" She asked. "Oh, you seem mad." She pouted once she saw my facial expression.

"You don't say?" I sarcastically breathed out. I took my daughter carefully from her and grabbed the duffel bag with Katelyn's baby formula, diapers, and baby clothes and shit. I thanked her and pulled out my wallet. "How much do I owe you?" I asked.

She took too long to think so I just gave her a hundred dollar bill. "Keep the change." I mumbled, walking down the pathway and towards the house.

Katelyn played with the fabric of my shirt and made those baby noises that she always made. She yawned and buried her head in my chest. I opened the door for the house and slammed it shut after I walked in. I laid Katelyn on the couch before I went to the kitchen.

I grabbed a beer and took a long sip. I had a lot on my mind. I was beyond pissed off with not only the guys who took Slim, but myself as well. If I didn't lie this whole time, if I didn't bring my problems to Slim's home, she'd be fine. She'd be home and holding our daughter and laughing at everything. Instead, she was probably in someone's fucking basement being tortured or whatever. I swear if they fucking hurt her, I'm killing someone. Fuck that, I'm killing everyone.

I decided it'd be best if I just went to bed. It was about the time that Slim would give Katelyn her vitamins soI did exactly what I watched her do dozens of times before.

I grabbed a packet of applesauce from the fridge and popped open the lid. I grabbed a small baby spoon and mixed her vitamins in with the sauce. I went to the couch where Katelyn was propped up and sat next to her. Almost instantly, she reached for me, so I lifted her up and sat her on my lap.

After giving my daughter her vitamins, I carried her to the bedroom and changed her into her pajamas. I laid her down in her crib and stripped of my clothes and laid in bed. I was exhausted and had a bunch of emotions running through my mind. I didn't know what to do and I needed someone to talk to, someone who wouldn't piss me off.

I grabbed my phone from my jeans pocket and searched for a number to call. Satisfied, I called one and waited for the person to answer.

"Hey." she said through the phone.

"Hey, Cassie."