Don't Jump

Chapter 16

RYLIN POV***

I woke up to the faint smell of stale cigeretes. The cot I was laying on reeked of sweat, and the room was constantly cold.

After a very long and emotional car ride, Darrel stopped. We wasnt exactly in the dessert but it was hot and civilization was limited. A old house stood a little into the distance with a shed that looked ready to colapse. I took in a deep breath before he pushed me in the direction of the house. Once we stepped into the door I began screaming and crying trying to resist, making the rest of the journey to my 'cell' fuzzy.

A banging on the door caught my attention, causing me to scoot back in the corner of the metal bed Slowly the door creaked open to reveal a girl my age. She looked scared, but I didnt know why, She had me held hostage. Without saying a word she scurried across the room and reached into an old dresser. She grabbed an outfit before tossing it onto the bed next to me. I flinched at the sudden movment but stayed quiet as she exited. Quickly as I could I tugged on the new shirt and jeans. To my surprise they fit perfectly. I mean should that freak me out, or should I be thankful?

When I was finished with that I sat back on the bed. I studied my hands as they rested on my lap. The action brought me back to when me and Jackson was sitting in the car.

I thought he hadnt heard me, but he soon turned to face me, grabbing my hand in his. "Listen Ry, I am about to do something that your going to be pissed about. If not worse. But I need you to know I am sorry, and didnt have a choice." I watched as a single tear slid down his cheek and splashed onto our conjoined hands. "But no matter what I need you to continue to trust me, can you do that?" Confused I slowly nodded my head. Jackson leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

As I remebered the kiss I brought two shaking fingers to my lips. The amount of confusion that action brought is unimaginable, but even worse than that is why he did this? I-I....cared about him. And the fact he did this makes me think he didnt care about me- but the kiss makes me think he did. I used the back of my hand across my face wiping off all traces of tears. Instead they were replaced by an immense anger directed to the fucker that has me locked in here. Running on adrenaline and anger I stood up and stomped to the door. It was metal so I couldnt even try to kick it down. Instead I banged and banged and banged harder on the door.

20 minutes later I had bruised hands. I guess this room was sound proof....or they ignored me. Either way I was in pain and still agrivated. Plus my damn bra was still poking me.

JACKSON POV***

After nearly two hours I finally was able to go home. My vision was clouded over with red and I couldnt see through my tears. Instantly when I broke through the door I took the stairs two at a time. When I saw my laptop I nearly done a victory dance. Opening up the AT&T website I used the location services to find Rylin.

While Ry and Brooke where at Zachs house, I had stole her bras. I hid them all but kept one that was a pushup with alot of padding. Using youtube I found what part of my phone was needed to use location services. Ripping aprt my old phone I used that device to cut open and hide in the padding of the bra. Using the technique my grandmother taught me I carefully sewed up the hole.

Now using AT&T I am searching the location of the bra- so ultimatly Rylin. The only problem is that the signal is weak. Meaning it could take up to two days to find her. And I dont want to know what will happen within that time frame.

Knowing what I had to do next I went downstairs to tell Brooke. I found her sitting on the couch snuggled up with a blanket reading. "Hey umm Brooke, can we talk for a minute?" When she heard me she grabbed a peice of torn paper she was using as a book mark and shoved it in her page.
"Yea sure bub, whats up?" Sighing I sit on the recliner across from her. I balanced my elbows on my knees and rested my forehead against my palm. "I messed up. I- damn it!"

Agrivated at my self I jumped up and put my hands in my hair tugging on it. I felt Brookes small hand resting on my back, in an attempt to calm me down. "Jack I think you need to sit down for a minute." When I didnt budge she added, "please?" Grudgilly I fell back into the recliner. "Now what did you do?" Her voice was calm, but I heard a small crack at the end signalling her worry. Sniffling away my sobs, and swiping away my tears I looked up and met her eyes. "Remeber how Uncle Darrel wanted me to represent him in court?" Stiffly she nodded her head urging me to continue. "Well he umm... He raped someone. With my help he got away with it." I looked away from her, I couldnt see the disaproving gaze in her eyes. "It was Rylin." She gasped and brought a hand up to her mouth. "He did that!? Oh my God I had no clue..." Her voice trailed off towards the end as she dropped into her own thoughts. "Did you know?" I asked my voice barely a whisper. Her eyes went wide, "Y-Yea, but I didnt know who did it to her." I nodded my head slowly in response. "Darrel has her, and its my fault." Another wave of tears released as I thought about it.

Kinda longer. Vote comment, thanks guys ~Bre