Don't Jump

Chapter 13

JACKSON POV!!!

10:48

I had a little over an hour before I have to meet Darrel at the tree stand. I was nervous as hell as to know what he wanted. It obviously had something to do with Rylin but I wish I knew what. I remeber the day we was in the court room. I was representing my uncle, of course unwillingly. My father had left me and Brooke when we was five and Darrel had practically raised us since our mother was always drinking or drunk. So when he asked for me to represent him I felt obligated to. I dont think Rylin remembers me, if she does she doesnt act like it. Plus the concussion she got when she hit the blow up at the base of the building caused her to have some minor memory loss of that day.

All though I was representing him it didnt mean that I neccesarily agreed to the idea of him getting by with what he did. At first I did. I Beleived him when he said he didnt do it. He sounded so sincere, it scares me how well his acting skills were. I beleived him up until the first court hearing. When my eyes landed on the terified girl in the victims chair. Bags were under her eyes from lack of sleep. Her hair was frizzy but had beautiful curls wrapped into a perfect pony tail. Anyone could tell she had something traumatic happen to the beautiful lady, and sadly I wouldnt put it past Darrel to have been the cause of it all.

Deciding to head to the tree stand I climbed into the truck, thankful that Brooke and Rylin had stayed at Jackson's house.

At exactly 12:00 I saw headlights bounce through the trees as his car hit bumps. His tires skidded across gravel as he came to a stop. My ankles were crossed as I stood in the light of our headlights.

"Jackson, how are things going? I didnt expect you to be here." I gritted my teeth in agitation. "Get to the point Uncle. What do you want?" I demanded. My voice was slowly climbing to a yell as anger seeped through. I heard his raspy voice chuckle, making my fist clench. Shaking his head back in forth he rubbed his chin, acting as if he was thinking. "I think you know what I want. Where is she?! And dont lie to me boy!" I crossed my arms in defiance. "What makes you think even for a second I would tell you! You fucking raped her! Every night she has night mares and I have to sit and listen to her screams and cries, knowing good fucking well who the bastard was who did it!"

In a swift movment he had brought his chest to meet mine. We stood fuming at each other, as adrenaline coursed through every living inch of my being. "Does she know? I bet she dont I mean if she knew you was the one who got me off scott free she wouldnt trust you right? I wouldnt want to have to find her myself, it would make things alot worse you know." I gulped when I heard nothing but sincerity in his tone. "Ill tell you what. You bring her bach here tommorow at eight. If you arent here then, I will take matters into my own hands. Think about it." With that he patted my shoulder in what would appear as a freindly gesture, and left me there fuming.

When the glow of his brake lights disapeared I angrily grabbed the handle of my door slinging it open. I gripped the leather of the wheel, and sped in the direction of town.

I pulled up to the stop light next to the store. As I was about to take off I heard someone rev their engine beside me. When I looked to my right, a Ford F-150 with a lift kit and tinted windows was trying to get me to roll down my window. When the driver rolled down theirs I saw my friend Troy. When I saw who it was I rolled mine down. "Hey man! You wanna race?" I wasnt much of a drag racer. It was popular around here, and the bypass was the perfect place because of the long straight stretch. If I wasnt so angry I would have said no, but I was livid so I nodded ny head, happy for the distraction.

When the light flicked green we sped down the road. My engine purred before roaring, signaling to shift gears. I obeyed the cars commands, making my truck lunge forward. Peeking in the rear veiw I saw Troy edging his way closer. We was neck and neck as we passed the county line, signalling the end of the race. As we both skidded to a stop, I noticed a blue light flying down the road towards us. Troy must have seen it too because we both flipped off our head lights and tore through the corn feild next to the road. We shut off the engines and hoped out as we watched the sherriff slow down. He held his flash light out the window, skimming the the feild. Luckily he didnt see us and made a U-turn back into town. We both noticably sighed, happy not to be spending the night locked up.

A few minutes later and we found our self drinking a cold beer at the bar. I could tell I was getting tipsy, so headed home.

Although while I was racing Troy and drinking at the bar my mind was else where, the minute I stepped through the door my mind flashed to Rylin. And although I didnt want to admit it I knew what I had to do.

I have to hand Rylin over to the prick who raped her. My uncle.

Dont hate me!!! This is just a cliff hanger! I wont leave you hanging to long, I promise! Vote, comment, thanks guys ~Bre