First Glance

Chapter 12 (Matt)

He took her. He shoved her in a car and took her. I almost saved her. Almost. How will I reach her? How will I find her?

I never should have taken her with me. It was a terrible idea. But what's done is done. I need to find her. That's my top priority.

This time it would be smart to use my car. I would never be able to find her on foot.

I get in the car and start off in the direction I saw the car go. He was driving so fast.  I've got to hurry.

I see a car in the distance. Could it be? No way. They had a big head start. Yet, it is them. This is good. I go faster. Then change my mind. I'll follow from a distance. Maybe he won't notice me this way.

He is going faster now. Did he see me? No. He couldn't have yet.

Nothing for 15 minutes. He goes the same speed. I follow from a ways behind him. He turns onto another dirt road. I follow.

He keeps slowing down and getting out of the car. What the hell is he doing? I'm too far away to see.

I see an eery looking cabin in the distance. Please don't stop there. Of course, he does. I stop and put the car into park. I wait for him to get out and drag Kasey into the house, then I get out of the car and slowly make my way to the cabin. Maybe I should have parked a bit closer.

I go in the same door he did. This cabin is almost as crappy and dirty as the one I found before. Great. I look around. It's hard to decide which door to go through. Which way did they go?

I sit very still and listen. I decide to take the left door, due to some noises I can hear from the other side. It sounds like a girl screaming. Kasey.

I go faster, reaching the door and opening it. What I see on the other side scares me senseless.

Kasey is laying on the floor tied up. The man is standing over her, kicking her over and over and over. With every kick she cries out. Why doesn't he stop? Can't he see he's hurting her?

I run over and push him down. "Stay away from her!" I yell at him. I scoop her up into my arms and charge for the door. I run faster than I ever thought possible. It's not long before I reach my car. I lay her down in the back seat as quickly and as carefully as I can.

The man hasn't even come out of the house. What the hell? I don't know if I should be relieved, or scared. I drive back to some random dirt road. I decide its time to call the cops, even if it gets me in trouble. It's worth it to get this sleaze bag locked up.

As I'm dialing, I hear strange noise coming from the back of my car. I look to see the man scraping a knife across the back window.