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Chapter twenty eight

Ryan Kavenaugh

I don't feel, like going on our family weekend away but mom insists that I go with. Riley are moaning and moping around the house about going with she had plans with, her new boyfriend Zack and now her plans are ruined. I wish I could bring Stace with have her under my watchful eye as it is we have a crazy bitch on the loose. She didn't release Brandon yet I don't know, what her fucken plans are with, him but it can't be good. After the dance last night I had to drive her home while my girlfriend the mother of my unborn child had to take a lift with, her friend. The bitch, had a smug smile on her face, enjoying seeing Stace in someone, else's car while she drove shotgun in my fucken car. I hated every minute of it playing boss changing my music play list, to heavy metal rock songs while I drove her home. It was pure torture listening to her crap music I swear my eardrums almost exploded. Oh and she was, singing along to her shit music screeching at, the top of her lungs, sounding like a wicked witch burning at, the stake. I swear to God she was only singing out loud to fuck with me, I almost, told her to stop singing and stick to her day job but I don't know, who will be punished if I told her such a thing. And what day job does, she have? Torturing and stalking people hurting them and killing them. While driving her home last night or early this morning whichever way one sees it, I got an urge to throw her out of my car and, drive over her matchstick skinny body crushing every bone in her body. I have never thought such vile thoughts towards a woman but I will make an exception for that crazy, conniving bitch.

I am busy making me a cup of coffee in the kitchen when mom comes in spoiling my mood with, her announcement. "No phones or any other electronic devices this weekend"  "What! I ask half shouting but my outburst doesn't affect mom at all, no she pretends as if though she just didn't drop a bomb on me with, her no electronic device rule. She is, standing in front of me with a brown big straw basket already containing my laptop, iPad and tablet along with Riley's and dad's devices as well. "Seriously mom? She gives me her no nonsense stare raising her one eyebrow daring me to say otherwise "Your phone Ryan" the sound of her voice brook for no arguments I slowly removes my phone from, my back pocket in my jeans "Can I send one text please mom? She shake her head no "In the basket son we have to hit, the road" dammit! I reluctantly throw my phone in the damn offending basket I would never look at brown baskets the same way as before. "You not a cool mom" She sticks her tongue out at me "Love you too son" she says, sashaying out of the kitchen whistling. Since when do mom whistle? She is always, so prim and proper being the sweet wife of pastor Kavenaugh and today she acts, so, ordinary not like a pastor's wife.

We camping at big bear lake dad hired a bungalow for the four days we're coming home on Tuesday I already dread it. Being without my phone and no way to reach Stace is going to be hard I need to reach, her at all times. Since we have a psycho on the loose I can't, take any chances. I hope to God she follows me and not stay behind to stalk Stace and hurt her or the baby. I would never forgive myself if something happens to Stace or our unborn child I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Charissa's obsession is with me, and therefore she should come after me and hurt me and, do to me whatever pleases her except fuck or kiss me. There I draw a line I'd rather she stab me with a knife or better yet kill me if she has to but she must stay away from Stace.

Big bear lake are five hours away out of town and we now two hours on the road which means another three hours to go before we reach our destination. We cooped up in dad's Range Rover and a camping trailer attached at, the back of it. We listening to dad's, sermons I roll my eyes how can he listen to his own voice and preachings. My sister tuned herself out by covering her eyes with a pair of sunglasses and listening to music on her mp3 player. God knows where she got it mp3's are out dated she probably got it by her boyfriend. "We going to have so much fun" mom half squeal in an excited voice, yeah fun without our phones and listening to mom and dad's back in the days childhood stories. And both mom and, dad can talk a lot their mouths got no filters and now I have four days to endure their presence and listen to their nonstop babbling.