Don't Jump

Chapter 19

JACKSON POV***

Brooke walked down the stairs behind me as we used the dim light of our phone screen to guide us. With our back against the wall, a gun in one hand, and phone in another, we were ready.

At the end of the sraircase was a dimmly lit room. In the corner sat an old horse saddle that was in need of being oiled. As we kept walking we saw a man at the back holding a cell phone. The slight bulge in his shirt told me he had a gun though. I brought Brookes attention to him by pointing. Her eyes widened, when she realized she had over looked him. We both silently lunged to the shadows where we would be out of sight. It surprised me Darrel was this stupid, it was him that drilled in our brains thats shadows was your enemies nightmare because you seem them but they dont see you. So he was being reckless to have left so many dark corners. Not that im complaining.

Once we had crept along the wall till we was behind the very unlucky man, I stood up and put him in a head lock. Quietly I drug him back to the darkness where I hit his head with the butt of the gun, effeciently knocking him out. I carefully layed his body down out of sight and motioned for Brooke to follow me.

Crouched down we entered the next room. It was slightly larger than the last but still held the same dark setting. To my surprise no one was in this room, so we went on. The next door led us to a small bedroom. Two twin size beds sat in each corner, with a baby cradle at the end of one. One dresser sat in the middle and a KJV Bible was placed on the bedside table. The closet door was open and filled with jeans and womens flannels. At the bottom sat two pair of dusty boots, and a small table with baby boy clothes. Im not going to lie it was creepy but we kept moving, intent on finding Rylin.

The next room was what looked like a small kitchen a girl was standing next to the stove humming a Jason Aldean song that was at least six years old. She was cutting up a deer roast and tossing it into a pot of vegetable soup, which smelled amazing. On the floor in the middle was a old quilt, in the center was a little boy. He had a wooden spoon and was banging it on pots that were spread around him like a drum set. Something about this girl didnt set right with me. She was pale like she hadnt seen sun in a while, and her hair was in bad need of a cut. The auburn color matched the babies telling me it was hers but she barely looked a day over 16, and the kid looked almost a year old.

I would never hit a girl so I motioned for Brooke to take care of her. But when I looked over at my sister her mouth was flapping open and closed like a fish, as her eyes rapidly blinked in confusion. "What?" I whispered softly. She gave me her attention, and thats when I saw her tears. "Thats Delaney." Her words made my heart stop. My head swivelled around to look for the small birthmark that should be at the base of her neck. Playig peek a boo from the collar of her shirt was the brown pigment. Delaney was our neighbors daughter who went missing while hiking nearly five years ago.

Brooke and Delaney were really close growing up, ever if De was nearly three years younger. We had searched for her for months with no luck, and eventually the case went cold. Her parents had moved because they said they couldnt live with the memories of her running through the yard, or climbing the tree out front.

Just as I was about to tell Brooke to wait, I watched as she sprinted towards the stove. Halfway there De turned around. She didnt move as Brooke slammed her body into hers. Her eyes were wide as saucers, as her arms were limp. Slowly and cautiosly I stood up and walked towards her. When she saw me I watched her closely. Her arms circled Brooke before they both pulled away with teary eyes.

"Brooke, Jackson. How did you get in here?" De asked, her eyes never lowering. I could tell Brooke was about to dive into the story but we didnt have time. "No time for that. Where is Darrel?" She shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts. "Out. Thats all he tells me." I nodded my head in response. "Okay, is there a guard or any one else in here?" She nodded her head yes before motioning towards a small door. "Emily is giving the new girl her food." My eyes widened. Rylin. "Is the door locked?" She shook her head no. "Just from the inside."

Before she had finished her sentence I was tucking away my gun and running to the door. I flung it open to see Rylin, with a black eye, and busted lip. A girl with Blonde hair was handing Rylin a bowl of the soup. Their eyes both locked with mine, before I heard the voice I have been waiting to hear for three long days. "Lugnut?" I smiled at the nick name I had dearly missed. She tried to sit up but winced in pain making me frown in worry. I rushed to her side. "What happened?" Emily answered for her. "Darrel. I think its a bruised rib." I nodded before picking her up bridal style.

I carried her to the kitchen where Brooke was holding the baby. When she saw Rylin she handed De back her child. "Hey honey." She said as I sat Rylin gently on the counter. We traded spots as I went to meet the baby and Brooke talked to Rylin. De handed me the boy, making me smile when he gripped my finger in his small hands. "This is Jaydin Tyler." She murmered while running her fingers through his hair with loving care.

30 minutes later and Emily, De, Rylin, and Jaydin were piled into the car. Speeding down the dort road leaving me at the barn to take care of Darrel.

well sadly I think people quit reading, but I will finish this book. Vote comment and thanks again to ForeverYoung414 i kept forgetting to mention her sorry. ~Bre