We dodged through the cars and i was surprised that Mathew had kept up, even i thought i was driving crazy. And i had seen Chase drive. Damn that boy.
We went through red lights, after going 160mph (yeah, our bikes were modified to be that cool), we reached a bad place. It was poor and every other street lamp was broken, the others a dim orange colour. I wouldn't want to bring work tools out here either. Probably get jumped. Filth probably won't come round here either.
We pulled up to the address and i saw a run down abyss.
The house looked like my old home. In other words; hell.
I took off my helmet and nodded at Mathew. He took off his helmet also and started to follow me.
"Nah, bruh, the bikes will get nicked. You keep guard I'll go in. Trust me, it will be fine." He tried to protest but i hushed him and walked towards my worst nightmare, unless you count dropping Ben and Jerry's on the floor.
Back to the point, i pulled the gun out of my waist band and knocked on the door. I heard yelling but it abruptly stopped when i knocked.
The door opened to see a guy in his mid 20s, brown hair and dark brown eyes. Eyes that showed murder, hate, and greed.
Great.
"Can i help you?" He said in a dead tone. He was long gone. Not a trace of sanity left in him.
"I'm looking for Jordan" i said bluntly.
"She's not in." He said dead panning and shutting the door. I stuck my foot out, and caught the door at the last second, stopping it.
"What the fuck do you want now?" He started getting annoyed.
"The truth." With that i pushed the door and knocked him back. I grabbed his collar and dragged him outside and down the steps. "TELL ME BEFORE I PUT A BULET IN YOUR THICK SKULL!" I shouted using classic interrogation techniques. His eyes broke a little and i could see that underneath his mask of evil, was a broken boy. He had been turned into this monster. Behold, the product of being broken too many times.
The thing i nearly turned into.
I shuddered at the thought but forced myself back to reality.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?" I yelled again, but this time closer to his face. He just laid there, scared to death. Obviously bringing back memories; bad ones.
I looked at Mathew and he nodded. I pistol whipped the monster in front of me, he passed out effortlessly, mercifully.
I walked inside the house slowly, raising my gun in each room; just in case.
Empty, the bottom floor had nothing but empty rooms. I walked up the stairs and like a predator tried to find my pray. Listening to every soft sound, until i heard a muffled sob coming from one room. I checked the room; empty. Impossible. My ears were highly trained.
There it was again, this time i knew where it was coming from. The closet. Of course. Where would you hide if someone attacked you? Not with the monsters under the bed, but where the friendly monsters are. Nania.
I opened the door slowly to see a girl around the age of Harry crying, begging for me not to hurt her. I tried to hush her.
"Hey, hey, hey. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. No i pinky promise, and i never ever ever ever break a pinky promise!" She seemed to of calmed down, rubbing her eyes and sniffing. "Promise?" I nodded and gave her a warm smile. "Are you Jordan?" I asked.
"No, that's my sister, she's in the Masons bedroom." She said sadly. "Is Mason the man who answered the door?" I asked nicely. "Yeah" she said starting to cry again.
"Hey, hey, hey. Let's turn off those water works and maybe get you some ice cream, sound good?" She sniffed and nodded. She gave me a weak smile and she led me to this Mason guys bedroom.
"Hey, why don't you go outside, there's two bikes, by them is my bestest friend Mathew, will you go wait with him whilst i get your sissy?" She nodded and began down the stairs.
I took a deep breath. I don't know what I'm going to find, but I've met people like Mason before.
My father.
I pushed the door open slowly and found a pretty girl, sheets barely covering her unconscious body. She had bruises on her wrists and was only wearing a laungeray (is that how you spell it? I dunno) saw that she was breathing and sighed with relief. She wasn't too bad, but i did notice her slightly swollen cheek. Someone had slapped her. I looked around and rummaged through the draws. I found a pair of track suit bottoms and a hoodie. I slid them on her, trying to avoid the intimate areas whilst keeping my eyes closed.
After a couple of minuets she was dressed and i picked her up, she stirred in my arms. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and i said "hush, I'm here to save you. Jace sent me. Ok?" She seemed to calm as her eyes were no longer flooded with panic and fear.
She was conscious enough to wrap her arms around my waist when we climbed on the bike.
She said something quietly just before we set off.
"What are you doing?"
"Let's just say, saving you"
"You must be pretty important if Jace sent you?" She nearly mumbled.
"You have no idea."
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