Falling For Him Anyway

Chapter 51

Video: When someone calls your bluff by Destorm Power.

Xavier

"Gwendolyn!" I called her name, running from room to room.

"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit." I cursed and I checked the bedroom. The place was in complete chaos.

Good. She resisted. I hope she didn't hurt herself.

"Crap." I said when I saw the condition of her dog.

Without touching him I could see that a rib or two were broken and his shoulder was dislocated.

"She'll never forgive me if I let you die." I stripped the blanket off of the bed and wrapped it around him gently.

I looked around at the mess and at the piece of paper taped to the window.

They won't kill her.

I carried Chase back downstairs and outside to the car.

Once he was in the car I ran back to the bedroom and looked around again.

I found a dart gun, a dart and a syringe with no needle.

I checked my phone and activated the tracker. Maybe finding her would be easy.

My phone gave me a direct trail to the necklace. I followed it to the necklace.

Which was still where she left it.

On the bathroom sink.

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Gwendolyn

"They're fine." The driver.

"What happened to him?" A different voice and the shuffle of some paper.

"He got his ass kicked by a dog, she drugged him, then he knocked himself out again."

"Go throw him in the lake or something."

"And her?"

"Special care until she gives birth. Then we send the demon seeds to Catalina and Macy in their makeshift nursery."

Catalina and Macy?

Oh yeah.

Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Sending my babies to be nurtured by smurfs.

I felt whatever I was laying on begin to move.

"Be careful not to lay her on her stomach."

"Ok." Another voice agreed. A more feminine voice. "We'll take good care of the munchkins."

Once the sound of the other two voices disappeared and nothing more could be heard, I jumped of of the stretcher.

Oh my gosh.

The girl, yes she's a girl, gave me a surprised look.

This girl didn't look a day older than Lavender.

Crap. I don't want to hurt her.

She put her hands out and walked towards me, speaking to me as if I were three. "I'm not going to hurt you, please get back on the stretcher."

I observed her closely. She has pin  straight black hair and small green eyes.

"No." I said and I took off as fast as I could in the opposite direction.