All Lights On Us

C20: Greater Evil

Bishop POV

"I'm Bishop's!" 

I can hear Klara's distant yell through my phone. I tug my two fistfuls of my hair and yell.  As soon as I heard her talking to Ben, I knew. I knew what was going on and I knew that I made a mistake of disregarding the big guy on the team. He was the last person's phone I had to check, and I left him for last because I knew he couldn't do something so crazy. 

I was wrong. 

"We could have had something so special! You ruined it. You're a bad girl!"

I listen to Ben's distressed voice and start jogging toward my jeep. I hear a definite thump and a sick sound from Klara that causes my stomach to heave. I stop my jog and yell at the sky in fear and anger. I need to hang up and call Tommy, but I'm too scared to leave Klara alone. I'm at a loss. I stand in the parking lot, darting my gaze around the yard of cars. I'm not sure what I should do or where I can look. 

My eyes catch on Brandon's cocky strut as he approaches a blonde cheerleader. My eyes widen and I full sprint toward him. The girl's eyes land on me wide with alarm. Brandon turns and mimics her expression, trying to run but not getting far before my hand is twisted in the front of his shirt.

"Where is she?" I snarl in his face levelled with my own. 

"Woah man, where's who? Let me go!" 

Brandon tries to get away and I cock my fist back before slamming it into the side of his face. People gasp around us and start pulling out their phones. If Klara was here, she'd pull me away and give a lecture on how I could ruin my future. But she's not here. And she's not safe. 

"Where is Klara? Where would Ben take her? Answer me, damn it!" I shake him.

His eyes cloud with ignorance and I want nothing more than to scream in his face. 

"Ben has Klara, Brandon. This whole time he's been stalking her. Us. He's hurting her, damn it! Now where is he?"

I finally release Brandon with a tiny shove. He looks concerned, but I can also see the wheels turning in his mind. 

"He - he's been weird lately, man. I thought it was because his grandma died, but I'm starting to think there's more to it."

"No shit, Brandon," I raise my voice to a full-on scream. "Now where the fuck would he take her?!"

Brandon shakes his head at me but grabs my jacket and pulls me toward his truck. 

"He inherited his grandmother's farm when she passed. Klara will be there, he's not smart enough to take her anywhere else. He's mentally ill, dude. You have to let me deal with him. Grab Klara and get out, got it?"

Brandon had stared at me, pleading for me to agree. I give him a small nod, but I know that if it comes down to it, I'll put a bullet between Ben's eyes without a second thought. No matter how much Brandon cares for him.

We drive fast and when the truck starts off-roading through a path, I pull my gun out and make sure it's fully-loaded and ready to go. Brandon looks over at me and shakes his head in bewilderment. 

"Dude, why the fuck do you have a gun?"

I click the safety off.

"None of your business," I snapped and then opened the truck door after we came to a stop. "Where would he put them?"

"I don't know for sure, but I'll search the barn while you cover the house."

I clutch my gun in both hands and steady jog toward the house. My eyes scan the yard, looking for any signs of foul play. When I push through the front door, I'm surprised that it isn't locked. I sneak my way through the house, easing doors open and taking in the shockingly clean rooms of the large home.