The Hunt

Chapter Thirteen

Emerson's point of view

Finding a new place to hide wasn't as challenging as my father said it would be. The difficult part was moving the damn women.  

My body still ached from the fight from the night before with Meyers. His woman managed to leave my jaw aching from the dislocation. The crushing Meyers had done to my neck left me unable to speak to my father, but he knew what he was expected to do. The swelling in my hand had gone down as the broken bones healed.  

Meyers left me with a limp, but I couldn't complain about being able to walk.

The bastard had broken a bone or two in my ankle, broke the long bone that connected to my knee in three places and tore muscle. All this damage would have taken months to heal completely if I had been alone.

Once everything was set, it took a solid day before I could move it. I couldn't take the risk of having something go wrong during the healing and be stuck lame for the rest of my very long life.

Thomas finally came in handy.

It wasn't easy ditching the car with a broken leg. I had to be carried back to the house.  

We couldn't sit around, so as soon as I could bear weight on my ankle, we started to move. We couldn't risk being found. I waited for my father to return with the new car. It was a truck with a hard bed cover, perfect for moving the girls.  

I limped down the stairs behind my father. Three humans wasn't hard to deal with, we just didn't want them to act out.  

The three dirty women huddled together in their cell as far from the door as they could get. Mary had her arms around the other two to try and offer them some comfort. Little did she know, one of these whores was going to die. I needed to keep Meyers and his little bitch busy while we settled into our new home.  

"Stand up," I ordered as my father unlocked the cell door. "The less you struggle, the easier this little trip is going to be." 

Three pairs of terrified eyes looked towards me, but I only stared at Mary. She was my favorite, which was the only reason she was still alive.  

The loud sound of duck tape being sectioned forced their attention to my father. We weren't going to take the risk of driving through the streets when they could scream.  

He tore the tape with his teeth, and then reached into the cell for one of the girls. He pulled her out and shut the door once she was between us. There was nowhere for her to run, so she just fell onto her knees in a sobbing mess.  

"Clasp your hands together and hold them out," he told the girl. Shaking like a leaf, she complied.  

The duck tape was around her wrists before he slapped some over her mouth.  

The first girl was easy enough to handle. She didn't fight against me as I led her up the stairs. The tears started again when I took her outside. She thought she was going to die. The smell of her fear was intoxicating.  

I unlatched the back of the truck and motioned for her to climb in. She hesitated, looking at the hard cover.  

"There are no monsters in there." I was losing patience with her. "If you don't climb in there on your own, I'll throw your ass in." 

She didn't hesitate any longer. She climbed into the truck without any assistance.  

The second girl was brought out next. 

She was left at the porch while my father went down to get Mary. She would be the most trouble, so she was last.  

"Come over here and get in," I ordered the girl as she stayed frozen on the porch.