Beneath The Rain (18+)

Chapter 20 : New Lead?

The Investigator 

Lies. Something everyone had a tendency to do. Lies. The one thing that is killing me. My brain is fighting the fact that everyone I thought I knew has known more then me the passed five years. Owen has been the only person in my life that seems to get why I have such an issue with it. If my mother would have just spoke up. Even slipped up in one of her answers. Would I have caught on? Is Owen the only reason I've gotten so many answers as of recently. I thought it was going to me finding Ashley or Myia and bringing her home but, now that I know she willingly left. Why in the absolute fuck would she want that life? The one with so much malice. Did she have no choice and told everyone it was her decision. 

"I know this isn't the time but, are you okay?" His voice entering my head like finally getting rain in the desert.  

"No, no I am not. Let's just go and find this bitch." My voice is quiet. I know I don't sound sure of the next step. Find David, which will lead us to Ashley. That's the only next option I can think of at the moment. 

"We will stop by your house and gather ourselves first. Would you like Bray to fly in or should we call him?" He asked, while opening the car door for me.

"Whichever will be more effective. I don't know." He only nods at my answer, before closing the door and entering the car moments later. I don't mean to be so out of it. This visit was necessary I know that, although I believe I wasn't ready to find out my own mom didn't tell me the full truth. Though, most aren't ready when shit like that happens. 

"I'm taking a shower." I tell Owen as I pass him, entering my house.

"I could join, if you'd like?" I glare at his question. This is not the time for any sort of sexual activities. What is wrong with him? Like dude, read the room. "To shower. Only to shower." He adds. 

"Fine. The clothes are still in the car. Would you grab them?" Watching him walk out, I head to the bathroom, as I go to start the water I hear the backdoor open. Heading back to the main room to check. Why would he use that door? Did the front lock?

"What ar-" I'm cut off by a hand smashing my mouth closed and a blade pressing into my neck. I struggle to get free but, every move I make, I feel the blade pressing deeper and deeper.

"You will stop looking for Myia. If not I'll be back to slit this pretty throat of yours. Maybe even get some time with this tight little body. Nod if you understand." I feel my own blood dripping down my neck, I try pulling my head away but, with every move I make this man just follows them, pressing harder each time. "F.u.c.k.i.n.g answer." I nod to the best of my abilities, the blade only going deeper. The pain making me scream into his hand. Hearing a gun cock, I freeze.

"Put the knife down and put your hands up. Slowly." Owen demands, the man doesn't listen, pushing the blade deeper, causing me to squirm under him grip.

"I will put this bullet through your skull. Don't fucking test me. Now, drop that damn knife." I can't see much from this position but, feeling the guy nudge towards me. My only guess is that Owen just pressed the barrel into him. 

"I'm putting the knife down, just don't shoot." Feeling the relief take over me when the man lets go. I stumble back from him. He bends down but, just before he goes to let go of the knife. He lunges at Owen, His violent wild swings being dodged left and right. Without thinking, I jump on his back, rapping my legs around his waist and grabbing at his face. He slams me into the wall, causing me to lose my grip, tightening my legs, balancing myself out. Getting my arms around his throat, I squeeze. The blade slashes as my arms but, I don't let go. feeling his movements slowing down I squeeze harder, until finally I hear the knife hit the ground. 

"I'm going to marry you." Owen says, coming over to me.

"First, you're funny. Second, We'll worry about the cuts later. We need to tie him up. He should wake in a few hours." Looking at my arms, I look like I just stuck them into a blender. 

"You took him down by yourself. By the looks of the cuts they're not too deep. I will deal with him. Go take a shower, I'll have a look at them after. Clothes are on the couch." Listening to Owen, I leave. Grabbing some clothes and heading back to the shower.

Walking to Owen in my room, I have my arms stuck out in front of me a bit to keep them from touching anything that would cause friction, he has the man tied to a chair in the corner of the room. Watching him when he looks over at me, a prominent frown shows on his face.

"What? Don't like what I'm wearing?" Giving him a smile, he stands grabbing the bag that's beside him. 

"Let me fix you up, little flame." He leaves the room, leading me to the kitchen. 

"We shouldn't leave him." I state.

"He's tied up well. You don't have faith in my skills?" He smirks at his ongoing questions. Giving up, I hold my arms out to him. A few moments later I'm all patched up, with bandages rapped from the middle of my forearm to my palm.

"Thank you but, what about Bray?" If Bray was here he look run fingerprints or simply do a face scan. I do feel a bit bad for him. I know he works for Owen but, it's like he's being ran like a dog to help us.

"Don't worry about that. I sent him as many pictures that he would want of that man. He does need to know what and if the man said anything to you before I intervened." 

"Besides threats of killing me and rape?" I smile at his disapproval of that man ever touching me again. I roll my eyes "That he wanted us to stop looking for Myia. He didn't say Ashley, He only said Myia. I believe they know we figured out her name." Which could mean that they have tabs on us, everywhere we go.

"Your so called jokes, are not funny. Although, we could get some insight from him when he wakes. It could get messy but, knowing you I'm still going to ask. Would you like to help with the questioning?" 

"What do you mean by messy?" Ten bucks says we're going to cut his toes off or something along those lines.

"And ruin the fun by telling you. You'll see. For now you need some rest. I'll keep an eye on him." With that he stands, feeling his lips press against my forehead, before he retreats into my room.