Don't Believe What You See

Chapter Twenty Five

Delilah woke up in a cage. A small, dirty cage meant for dogs with a combination lock on the outside. She shrunk to the back a felt a warm liquid touch her skin. Delilah didn't even have to turn around, she knew what it was. Blood.

Her stomach rumbled as she closed her eyes, praying for the pain to stop. Delilah looked around, but she didn't see any other person, but there was another cage. Delilah focused her eyes and realized she was in somebody's basement, baseball bats were resting against the wall, small windows were close to the roof, and there was a black cellar door to the left of her.

"Help!" Delilah screamed while banging on the cage, "Somebody please help me! Hunter!" Somebody opened the door and stepped through. Delilah cringed, waiting to see what this person would do to her. She heard the loud footsteps coming up to her, as well as clanging metal.

"Oh, poor little Delilah," she heard a voice say. The voice was all too familar. The man finally bent down and she saw his face. A face that now made her want to spit in his direction, even though it used to be a face she could've loved.

Drake.

"Drake? How could you?" Delilah said. Drake didn't answer right away, instead, he opened the cage door so quickly that Delilah couldn't react, and hit her with the wrench that was in his hand. His beanie almost fell off and he had to reline his glasses up again from how hard he hit her with the wrench. Drake bent down right next to her and being this close to her face, she sense a familiarness in his face, but she couldn't figure out why. Then, as she was holding the welt on her face, Drake stood up, slammed the door shut, and locked it again.

"I told you Delilah, I still love you, even though I'm doing this to you."

"What did you do to Peter? Please just tell me! Peter, Daniel, what happened to them? Please!" Delilah heard a girls voice say. Drake and Delilah whipped their heads at the door to see three men carrying a girl, about the same age as Delilah. The girl had medium length blonde hair with a maroon sweatshirt that said "McClain" on the back with jeans. All they did was slam her into the empty cage and stick a needle in her arm. Once the girl went limp, they put a lock on the cage.

"What is she doing here? And where is Will?" Drake practically screamed.

"Will was shot by the weasel!" One man shouted.

"Well, how did you end up with the girl and not Danny? Are you three just lost puppies without Will or something? You knew the orders!"

"We tried, but her and her boyfriend were there and they started firing on us!" Drake rested his two fingers on his forehead, then proceed to hit the man with his wrench.

"You three are so stupid! You had orders! Get Danny and bring him down here, was that too much to ask? Obviously it is!" Drake said.

"Leave before I kill all of you." The two men on the sides helped the main guy off the floor and scurried away. Drake walked out the door as well, just to come back minutes later with two plates of food.

"Eat, or you'll pass out when you get hit," he said while throwing the food in front of Delilah's tray. She began devouring the food, relieving the pain in her stomach.

'This can't be happening,' Delilah though, 'this cannot be happening.'

"Alright Hunter," she said aloud in a whisper. The whisper didn't come out weak and shriver, but confident, "I found you once, now you need to find me."