Spark in the Dark

Chapter 187

The bed skirt lifted. Shawn shrunk back away from the person in fear. A younger Chinese man's face appeared, looking her right in the eye. Shawn began to cry as she looked at the face of the man who would be her killer. She raised a hand, ready to beg him to stop, but her terror strangled her. Her vision was completely blurred by tears and Shawn closed her eyes, not wanting to see her death coming.

She laid there crying for a few seconds. The waiting was torture. Why was he just kneeling there, staring at her? For a moment, she wished he would just get it over with. Shawn finally became brave enough to peek one eye open, then opened the other. The bed skirt was down. There was no one there. Shawn's eyes grew wide in shock. There was no way he hadn't seen her. Had she hallucinated him? She lowered her head, again, to look under the bed skirt. His shoes were still there. He had been real. Shawn's shaking returned. What the hell was he doing?

Another terrifying thought occurred to her. Did he know who she was? Her relationship to the club? Was he waiting for someone else to take her? Or maybe they'd kill her slowly, more brutally than a gunshot, to send the Sons a message.

Shawn suddenly heard a man's voice, speaking in a foreign language as another pair of shoes appeared. Another voice answered and both pairs of feet walked out of the room in the direction of the next room.

It was mostly silent now. Shawn tried not to think about what that meant. Suddenly, there was a single, terrified scream, followed by a shot. She covered her mouth as she began to cry, again. They were searching for survivors and executed them when they found one. It happened several more times. Each time was worse than the last. Shawn covered her ears, trying to block the horrific sounds coming from around her.

It felt like hours, laying there like that. Waiting for it to be over. Or for someone to find her and kill her, just like all the rest. She couldn't decide what was worse, each scream or when the screaming eventually stopped. Shawn didn't trust the silence. What if they were still there, hoping anyone left would think they were gone and come out? So, Shawn stayed under the bed, covering her ears the best she could with her shaking hands, and waited.

She heard another scream minutes, or hours, later. A man's scream. They must have found of the clients. Her shaking became worse and she pressed her hands to her ears harder as she waited for the shot.

There was no gunshot, though. The man screamed a second time. This time it was louder. This time it sounded like her name.

Shawn pulled her hands away from her ears and cautious lifted the bed skirt to look out into the room. At first, she didn't see anything. A man suddenly appeared in the doorway and Shawn dropped the bed skirt and moved away, again.

The fabric lifted one more time. Shawn's entire body tensed. Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to scream and couldn't.

A face appeared. It took Shawn's brain a moment to process who she was looking at. Her thoughts came so slowly. First she realized she had seen this man before. Then she remembered he was a Son. She knew him. It was Happy. The air Shawn had been holding came out in a relieved sigh.

"Holy shit," Happy said to himself. He stuck his hand under the bed. Shawn stared at it. Her brain still wasn't functioning. What the hell was he doing? "C'mon. Let's get you out of here."

She finally realized he wanted her to take his hand so he could pull her out from under the bed. Shawn tried to do so, but she couldn't move. Her body had taken too much. She felt weak. Happy sighed and reached towards her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled on her.

Shawn's body acted on instincts and she tried to resist, though Happy probably didn't noticed from how pathetic her attempt was. He pulled her all the way out and to her feet. He looked her over.