Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

29. Location, Location, Location

~Deardra's P.O.V

I was sitting in my car on the side of the street. There was a big red house on the other side with a Porsche and another make of car. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but I know this is the place where I need to be.

My phone went off and I pulled it from my pocket.

It was Micheal.

"Hello?" I ask, pressing it to my ear.

"Babe? Have you found her yet?" He asked, impatiently.

"I'm outside of the house," I say, leaning back to peek up at the front door.

It was twelve-thirty at night, so everyone should be asleep. If not then I'll just have to get rid of all witnesses.

"Everyone should be asleep." I continued.

"Try not to be too loud. You know his mother has the hearing of a bat." He says.

"An honest mouth too." I reply, chuckling.

I turned to get into the backseat. There was a black duffle bag that held my guns, knives, and anything that could blow you sky high. I unzipped it, reaching for the handgun. I held the phone between my ear and shoulder to grab the magazine. I slid it inside and cocked the gun, pushing the door open and got out, closing it back.

"Exactally, so the last thing we need is for her to go to police. Not like we couldn't handle 'em."

I giggled and bit my lip.

"This is why I fell in love with you. You're cocky."

"Or you like older men. We do have a twenty year age difference, baby." He replies.

"I like the first reason better, dear," I say, looking up and down the street. "As much as I'd love to continue this whole chat thing, I have a kid to get. See you in a bit." I say.

"Alright. Make it quick. She's slowly killing herself the more she talks." He grumbles.

I shook my head and hung up, putting my phone in my pocket.

I held the gun in my hand and jogged across the street to the front of the house. All of the lights were out and from what I could tell, there was no noise coming from inside. Good, I don't really want to kill anyone.

The entire neighborhood was silent. No owls or dogs or cats. No cars riding along the streets or music being played. Nothing. So silent you could hear a pin drop.

I started up the porch steps and peered through the large window. I managed to peek passed the blue curtains and into the area. Everything was black.

I stepped back and broke the glass to the window, sending glass anywhere it could land. I got in the opening and I jumped through, landing on my feet in front of their couch.

~Anne's P.O.V

I heard glass shatter from downstairs and shot up.

My immediate thought was someone was in the house.

I shook Neiland's shoulder and he grumbled, rolling over to face the closet door. I shook him again, but he stayed still.

I chewed at my lip and pushed the blanket back, getting up and went over to the already cracked door. I looked out into the hallway and saw a shadow, coming up the stairs. I gasped and pushed the door closed, quietly. I backed up and hurried over to get my cellphone from the nightstand.

I stopped as I reached my contacts and thought of someone. Three small people that were here for the night because their parents were too bus trying to find Aeron. The ones who were clueless as to where their mother and Aunt were. The ones who were fast asleep without a worry in the world.