The Secret Heels

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

    Three in the morning. An eerie silence filled the room. Soft breaths broke the silence and soon there was a patter of footsteps that sounded like drops of rain, small and fragile.

    "Where are you going?"

    She froze. All the others were supposed to be asleep. "Just getting some water," she lied.

    Hannah put her hand on her shoulder. "I don't think so. Stop lying." she demanded.

    "What's your problem?" Lisa asked placing her hands on her hips.

    "My problem?" Hannah asked, "My problem is you. You walk around her like you're a god or something. No one gives a damn about you. We have all been through way more than you, but you act the most damaged. Sorry about your mommy issues, but stop playing the pity party. Plus, you seem shady to me," Hannah told her with no mercy.

    Lisa's mouth dropped, "How dare you? I might have mommy issues, but at least I don't have every issue under the sun. Oh, and for your information, I'm going to see Nate. We have some things to talk about."

    The fury is Hannah's heart grew as Lisa walked away. She wasn't going to stand there and take that. Hannah grabbed a knife from the table and plunged it into Lisa's back. Hannah smirked, it seemed like a fitting death for a backstabber.

*

    John opened his eyes. Where the hell was he? "Nice to see you awake," somebody said.

    He sat up and looked around. In the corner, Agent Lappin stood sipping on a beer. "Where am I?" John asked. Lappin handed him a beer.

    "My apartment. I brought you here after I found you at the warehouse."

    John tried to remember the last place he was. It was outside his apartment. He was arguing with Hank.

    Hank was shouting at John. He was talking about how John had changed and wasn't the same man anymore. John was too drunk off alcohol and revenge to give a damn. He didn't have the patience to deal with him and pulled a gun out.

    "I don't have time for this," John said and pulled the trigger. Hank fell to the ground and John was shocked that he felt no remorse. He cleaned the gun and dumped it in the river and then he left.

    That was the last thing John remembered. He couldn't remember where he was going or why. The alcohol had destroyed his soul and then his memories. There was nothing good left of him.

    "If you're wondering what happened, you went to the warehouse. Not sure what you were doing there. I found you with damage to your head and neck area. I guess someone snuck up from behind you," Lappin told him.

    "Sorry, Lappin, but what's your first name?" John asked.

    Lappin laughed, "It's Mark. Get up. We have things to do." John wasn't sure what that meant, but he put his shoes on and followed.

    Mark led John to a dungeon area in an old church. "This place wasn't always a church. Used to be a stop on the underground railroad. This was where the runaways would hide and now it's where we will plot our revenge."

    John looked around the room. There were photos of the girls all the way back to Italy up to a few days ago at the warehouse. Boxes of files and evidence crowded the room. The places that weren't had dozens of beer bottles on the ground. It might be a mess, but it was exactly what they needed to bring the girls down.

*

    Nate began pacing. Lisa was supposed to meet him hours ago so where the hell was she? He called her phone again and no answer. None of the girls were answering and he was getting worried. Jessica went to see Dina and she wasn't answering her phone either. He finally gave in and grabbed his jacket and left for the warehouse.