Her name was Rose

Chapter 9

Joce pov

              The air was full of silence as Jocelyn slipped on her runners. Instinctively her hand reached up to finger her locket, assuring her of its presence, slightly weighed against her skin. Shrugging on her red hood she needn't bother scanning the room. After all she had no belongings, no one holding her back from escaping.

              It was one in the morning and the entire mansion seemed to breath as one. She had memorized the route to the grounds and as soon as he eyes spotted the familiar door she was a sprinting, eye only for the handle. Tugging it open she underestimated its weight and stumbled clumsily into the darkness. Quickly she caught her self before she touched the ground and set off at an easy run. The perimeter of the grounds was lined with forests but she knew the way to slip through the hedge by the front gate. The cool breeze fanned at her face blowing her hair in every direction. Pulling a strand out of her mouth she felt her heart soar at the sight of the gate. Her moment of freedom, within grasp, so close she could practically taste it. Bittersweet along her tongue.

Just as she was about to step onto the dirt road that led to the wrought iron bars a screeching alarm pierced the air. Freezing to a halt she watched horrified as light after light peeked on in the agency. But why sound the alarm now? What had she done? Suddenly she felt a strong hand grip her bicep and she tripped backwards. She had expected it to be Seth once again or even Jay however when the voice cut the air it made her blood run an icy cold.

"I swear if you scream I'll cut your throat," he muttered his breath hot against her ear. Jocelyn felt like she couldn't breath, she couldn't think as the man pulled me back against him. The undeniable cool hilt of a knife against her throat. Another voice spoke out this one slightly nervous sounding as he came to stand in front of the pair.

"Are you sure about this?" the man who looked slightly like a ferret licked his lips nervously. Eyes darting quickly to her face and then to the one positioned directly behind it. "I mean is this her?"

"Of course it's her!" the gruff voice snapped his hands tightening on Jocelyn’s wrists. Biting her lip she forced her self not to cry out even when the metallic taste of blood oozed from her lower lip.

"Well," he licks his lips again eyes flashing to the house were loud voices and shouts were coming from. Please realize I’m gone, Jocelyn found her thoughts praying. "Let's just get out of here. And then the next thing she knew Jocelyn was being thrown into the back of a pickup truck her body slamming hard against it. Rolling over so her face was shoved down she felt rough hands tying hers behind her back. He banged on the window and the car hurtled forward causing her to roll onto her back her eyes facing the stars. They were taking her. Heart bounding she forced herself into a sitting position leaning up against the side. Jocelyn surveyed the man who sat on a crate fiddling with what she realized was a gun. Fingers tracing over the smooth black metal he grinned wickedly noticing her stricken expression.

"You best be careful not to piss me off love," he sneered but just before Jocelyn could answer roaring sounds echoed through the air. Motorcycles starting. With a loud stream of cuss words the man jumped to his feet pulling out a larger trifle from the sack that lay abandoned. Gunshots filled the air each one sending a piercing feeling through her nerves. She watched what seemed like in slow motion as the bullets shot swooshing through the air and she felt her stomach sink. If anyone died it was completely and utterly her fault. Involuntarily she found herself thinking of Seth and a second later she was jumping to her feet body chucking the guy to the side causing the gun to flail over the edge. She steadied herself bracing her feet against the bumpy floor as the guy rounded on her. Behind him she could see roughly six motorcycles gaining on them one or two farther ahead.