Impossible

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Justin’s P.O.V

The van was idled down the barren road from where I knew Daren’s ‘special’ house to be. I sat behind the wheel, nervously warming my thighs as I mentally prepared himself for what I was about to do.

I knew it was vital to act fast. I had taken the risk to quickly drive by the property beforehand to find that no cars were parked in the driveway. And if I was lucky, Selena was alone in the house. Of course the possibility of them returning soon was very likely, which is why I needed to act now.

I reached across to the glove box, digging deep through the piles of papers in order to uncover the black handgun that laid hidden. I hurriedly retrieved the weapon and jumped out of the old vehicle.

I gave one last up-down of the road before I began sprinting to the two-story rickety house. It was abandoned decades ago, and Daren’s father had taken to it when he had first moved here those seventeen years ago. Once he had passed, Daren and his brothers had taken everything over.

I silently approached the front of the house. Though I was fairly positive of its empty standing, I took the proper precautions by peaking through the windows around the house.

I knew exactly where Selena would be. I recognized the room from the video. I stared up at the back of the house now, planning ahead in my mind. The window from her room was just a few feet above roof extension, then it would just be a bit of a jump to the deck below that. I made a mental note in the back of my mind, I wanted to be prepared.

After realizing that every entrance to the house was expectedly locked, I used the gun in my hands to smash the window to the living room down stairs. I waited in anticipation for a moment; if anyone was keeping guard in the house, they would’ve arrived at the noise of the shattering glass. No one came. I was safe…for now.

Lifting my white V-Neck a few inches, I tucked the barrel of the gun in the waistband of my jeans. I tugged the material down over the bulge and braced my hands over the ledge of the window, careful not to press down on sharp shards of broken glass that were dangerously splayed along the sill. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I sent himself flying across the room and up the stairs. Knowing that she was so close, knowing that this might actually be possible, that we both walk away so easily, knowing this…I felt a swarm of nervous excitement within me. It felt like I would combust from the intensity of emotion at any moment. But I didn’t. I needed to get to her first.

I kicked open each room as I passed by, making sure they didn’t lock her in a different room than she was in before. But no…she was just where I expected.

I had carefully opened this door as to not startle her. My eyes melted when I saw her.

She was laid on her side atop a rusted metal twin bed frame accompanied by an old mattress that wore various stains. Her hands were looped together with a thick, rough-looking rope and then tied to one of the poles of the headboard. She was clothed in dirty, ripped shorts and a torn, gray sweatshirt. My sweatshirt. Had it been any other situation, I would’ve smiled at the gesture. But the sight of the bandana around her eyes and the duct tape that was heavily layered around her mouth reminded me of what I was here for.

I quickly locked the door behind me and walked over to the side of the bed, kneeling to the wooden floor as I removed the material covering her eyes.

"Baby?" I said in a hushed voice.

Her eyes first looked up at me in terror before she actually realized who I was. But it seemed she had frozen in shock at the sight. “Baby it’s me, it’s Justin,” I spoke to her as my hands moved to her wrists. I hurriedly let her wrists loose and rubbed the circulation back into her hands before bringing them up to my lips and placing a kiss at her knuckles. I helped her sit up before reaching for the duct tape that was wrapped completely around her head multiple times, blocking her from speech. I tried to gently remove the tape without harm. I held the ends of her hair down as to not rip it from her head when I unwound the tape. She began to let out muffled whimpers when I tried to remove it from her bare skin. “I know, baby, I know. I’m almost done.” I tossed the tape to the side, now crouching down as I held her face in my hands. “Baby it’s okay, I’m gonna get you out of here, alright?”