Love Won't Last Forever (Sequel to FWLF)

Chapter 16

Got all of my book back :) the story can continue!! Sorry about the short chapter! 

Chapter 16 

I pulled into the drive way, I had passed it about 10 times since I didn’t know exactly where I was going. This was probably a stupid idea. The people here could have moved or for all I know my mom could have never even actually came here. I sat in the car taking deep breaths to calm myself down. I was feeling a lot of anxiety rushing through me while I tried to think clearly. I wasn’t sure how to approach this. Who would be behind the door? Would anyone even be here at all? I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It’s now or never, I need answers. I opened the door to the car and shuffled to the front door quickly. I had to do this fast before I talked myself out of it. I knocked on the door and heard some rustling around. A few moments later the door swung open and standing there was a guy who looked oddly familiar. Not the face but the body shape. It just reminded me of someone.

“Uh, hello” he said. His bulky strong built figure was intimidating and I felt even more nervous about being here, maybe I should have brought Vic along…

“Um” my tongue was caught in my throat and I thought I was going to pass out. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The guy was towering over me looking at me like I was an idiot.  “I’m Kellin; sorry I just had to ask you a question or two.” I said, he smiled at me. I shuddered on the inside, I didn’t like his smile. It was creepy and weird. 

“I’m Drew. Come on in Kellin” he said and stepped aside. The name sounded oh so familiar… I ignored my thoughts though which were replaced with nerve.  I wish he hadn’t invited me in, I was already feeling vulnerable outside I was going to feel like a mouse trapped in a corner by a cat inside here. I walked in cautiously and waited for him to close the door and lead me to the living room couch. His house smelt like smoke and alcohol, much like him, and was covered in lots of garbage. I felt sorry for him, he looked in his 30’s and he lived in a dump.  

“What brings you here Kellin?” he asked me nicely, sitting down onto his couch and putting his feet on the table. I sat down on the weird smelling purple couch across from him and tried not to scrunch up my nose and the scent of his house. I wanted him to stop calling me by his first name and I wanted to leave. If my mother did come here I don’t want to think about all the horrible things that could have happened.

“Um, well. I don’t know if you would remember this but…” I gnawed at my bottom lip, in thought of how to word this. “A girl named Lisa, did she ever come by here within the past 5 years?” I asked him, he laughed. 

“Boy, a lot of girls come by here. I don’t usually remember their names” he said laughing which turned into a cough. He leant down to an ashtray on the table and lit a cigarette. I started to feel super claustrophobic being in here and I wanted to leave.

“Right sorry, I’ll just go” I said quickly and stood up. 

“Sit” he ordered rudely. I sat back down feeling scared of what he could do. “You’re Dave’s Son, ain’t you?” he asked me and leaned forward in his chair. I nodded simply. 

“How do you know my father?” I asked 

He shrugged “Worked with him” he said simply. I felt like my throat was closing off from oxygen and I thought I was going to pass out. If this guy is the one who was following Vic and I around all those years ago…  My head started to pound at the thought. 

“What do you want to know about Lisa?” He asked me.

“She came by here?” 

“Yeah” he said simply as if it was no big deal 

“Do you know why..?” I asked him, trying to get more than a simple answer out of him. He obviously was hiding something than I wasn’t supposed to know. But god damnit I’ve been waiting years to hear things like this about my mom I deserve to know. 

“She was coming to see you I think. Dave told me she wasn’t allowed to see you though so I had to put that into her head” he said with a small smirk at the end.

“What did you do?” I asked him furiously. He seemed shocked at my short temper, I was too. I shouldn’t get aggressive with him because he could easily hit me into the ground if he wanted to. He ran his hand over his bald head. 

“A lot of things” I was getting tired of him being so closed off to the conversation. 

“What did you do to her?” I asked him once again, feeling angrier that he wouldn’t tell me. 

“I lied to her about where you were. That’s it” he said. He was lying, I knew he was. I stood up to leave, done with this conversation. 

“Where are you going?” he asked me angrily. I felt weak but I didn’t need him to know that. 

“I’m leaving” I remarked and turned walking rather quickly to the door. I heard footsteps behind me so I picked up the pace. I reached for the door handle and nearly turned it but I was swept off of the ground. My face collided into the ground, un-doubtfully leaving a bruise. I groaned in agony and brought my hand to my face. I couldn’t regain myself though because I felt two hands wrap around my ankles and I got dragged away. My vision was going to a blur and my eyes were also covered in tears. Whatever was happening to me was horrible and I didn’t want to know what was going to happen next. 

My body was being thrown around and I thought I was going to pass out. My feet dropped to the floor and my body was turned. I scanned around the room as best I could with my blurry vision which was suddenly going darker and darker. I looked around the room and saw this guy walking towards me holding something. It was rope. Panic set in and my vision was back as I went into survival mode. I swung my legs onto the other side of the bed which I had been laying on and ran for the window. It was bard. Who the fuck puts bars on their windows?!? I turned back around in a panic and he was standing there. He hit me in the head with something hard, sending me to the ground. I hadn’t passed out yet but I wish I had. He dragged my limp body onto the bed and still tried to kick and hit him and scream. Nothing happened. I was defenceless and had nothing to use against him as he tied me to the bed. 

“You’re mother screamed a lot” he said while tightening the rope around my ankle. “Let’s see if you do too”  he grinned up at me and tears started to fall down my cheeks. 

“Please, please let me go. I’m not going to tell anyone” I said while sobbing. 

“Oh I know you aren’t. I just don’t care” he shrugged and moved closer to me. “I don’t want you to be asleep. I want you to remember all of this” he said in a hushed tone. It made me cry out in a fit of screams, hoping someone somewhere would hear me. His gross dirty hands grabbed hold of my waist in a tight grip giving me a burning sensation. It felt like my skin was being torn around by his hands and I felt useless. I was going to be raped.