Praying For An Angel

Chapter 7

I looked down at my feet, realizing what I had to do. I shoved Merle's hands off of me and walked back out to my truck and grabbed my crossbow. I walked back around the outside of Sam's house to her bedroom window and started tracking her.

"Dixon! Get back here! Ya can't be messin with evidence!" Faircloth yelled at me. "I ain't messin with no damn evidence Faircloth. I'm goin to find Sam!" I yelled over my shoulder, carefully studying the ground. I had leanred how to track when I was young and my skills in it had only become stronger over the years. I could see where Kyle had walked off into the woods, his footsteps heavier than they were in the yard, so he must be carrying Sam. I tracked them for another quarter mile, using broken twigs, tracks, and spots of blood on the ground to see where they had been. I had to be getting close. God I could kick myself. I knew what kind of a man Kyle was and I knew what kind of woman Sam was. I shouldna believed it for one second when she started cussing me out. I shoulda known that he made her do that. And what was it she said to me on the phone? That she liked me? If she did, then that would be reason enough for Kyle to go crazy like this. If she liked me, she was counting on me to find her. I wasn't gonna let her down. I'd stay out here until I found her.

I kept tracking them for another half hour, quietly but quickly following in their footsteps. Damn. How far was he carrying her? He probably was trying to take her as far out as possible so that no one would come looking for them. Well he was wrong. I was coming, and when I found him, I was gonna make him pay for every single time he hurt Sam.

I saw something glittering on the ground up ahead. It was the necklace I had pulled from Sam's car, the one with the mockingbird on it. She must've been wearing it when Kyle grabbed her. I looked at it. The chain was broken and there was some blood on the birds wings. I shoved it in my pocket and kept going. I was going to find my girl.

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My eyes were heavy, and my head was hitting against something. Where was I? I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the ground. Then everything came back to me- calling Daryl and then Kyle attacking me. Where was I? I was being carried over one of Kyle's shoulders, and on the other was draped a white sheet. No, it was one of my curtains. Oh my gosh, Kyle's gonna kill me!! I started panicking and screaming. "Shut up ya whore!" Kyle's deep voice growled. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to think straight. My heads till felt fuzzy from the alcohol. How could I have been so stupid?? I shouldn't have stayed. I should have left and then called Kyle. I killed myself. Because I wanted a damn drink of courage I just got myself killed.

Daryl. Daryl was coming for me, I think. He sounded like he was coming fro me when we were talking on the phone. If he was, then I knew he'd be close behind. I had to leave a way for him to find me. Screaming would work, if he was within hearing distance. But that would only make Kyle more mad. Hm. If I could only leave some kind of thing for Daryl to follow, like breadcrumbs or something. I looked down at my hands. I had a hair tie on one wrist and nothing on the other. No rings. A hairband might be hard to see. Something hit my face- my necklace!! I had put my necklace on the other day after Daryl had brought it back to me. It was in the basket with me the day that my mother or whoever dropped me off. I reached up and grabbed the pendant in my hand, and pulled hard, breaking the chain. I dropped it below me as Kyle shifted my weight on his shoulder. I watched it get farther and father away as the upside down world bounced around me.

"Kyle. Why are you doing this??" I asked his back. He just grunted and kept walking. I decided I needed to make some noise if Daryl, or if anyone for that matter, was trying to find me. I screamed as loud as I could and started pounded on Kyle's back as hard as I could. I struggled and fought, trying to break lose of his grip, but he just kept walking and ignoring my attempts to escape. "There ain't nobody coming for you Sam. Scream all you fuckin want, but there ain't nobody comin for you. People don't care about white trash whores like you Sam. Nobody cares about you Sam, not even your hick friend, Daryl. Nah, you see Sam. I looked your friend up when you started gettin' too cozy with him. He's a fuckin' white trash hick whose Mama died when he was a kid and his daddy's even worse than he is. His brother ain't nothing but a druggie who ever since he was 12 has been in and out of juvie and jail. Wanna know something else Sam? The Dixon brothers are famous for picking up hookers and taking them home ya dumb bitch. Do you think he liked you Sam? That someone could actually care about you? You are nothing but a piece of ass to them. I cared about you Samantha, you were MINE!" With that Kyle threw me down, sending me rolling down a small rocky ravine. I bumped and bounced until I came to a stop at the bottom of the ravine, about 20 feet below where Kyle was standing. I rolled over on my side, pain searing threw my stomach, making my vision double. Kyle started walking down the rocky path that lead down into the ravine. "Sam I loved you. I loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I knew that I had to have you, all of you, just for myself. Is that too much to ask for?" I tried crawling backwards as Kyle's towering figure got closer, his brown eyes boring into my eyes, burning with a rage so terrifying that it made me feel cold inside. I put my hand behind me, feeling water. I glanced back- there was a small creek running through the ravine. I stood up, preparing to run, when Kyle jumped on me, pinning me to the ground. I screamed and screamed as Kyle sat on me and pinned my hands above my head, then reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out duct tape, taping my hands together. "There's only one way I can  have you Sam. Since you won't let me though, I guess I'll just have to take it." Kyle's brown eyes bore into mine, full of lust and hate. I started to scream again and his huge, rough, hard hand landed on my face. He pulled another piece of duct tape off and put it over my mouth, wrapping it all the way around my stinging face. I tried screaming, but all that I could muster were muffled cries. Kyle stood up off of my stomach, and when he did I rolled over, trying to use my bound hands to scramble to my feet. I had only gotten to my knees when he grabbed my feet and started dragging me over to a small but sturdy young oak tree. He grabbed my hands and looped them over a branch, leaving me hanging by my arms, my toes barely touching the ground. I looked at Kyle, who was unzipping his wrangler jeans and pushing them down to his knees, his huge member pushing through his red boxers. He grabbed for me, and I fought with all of my might, but he grabbed me, digging his nails into my skin. "You will be mine Sam." He shoved his hands up my shirt, fondling me. Hot tears rolled down my face as he slapped me again and again, screaming at me.