My Cinderella Story (Be Mine Again)

Chapter 31

I ran outside directly to my car passing the guards and cops stationed outside my house. Unlocking it I hopped in right away. The passenger side of the door open and Avery jumps in.

"What the hell! where are they?"

"No time to explain! Hurry the fuck up and close the door!" He did as he was told. Just as Tom and Sara reached my car, I sped off.

"Bro tell me now," Avery huffed out of breath.

"Ravenswood," I answered speeding down my drive way. "He took them to Amelia's house."

Avery took out his phone and called someone. "Tom, they are back at Ravenswood, Millie's old house. You know what to do." He hangs up and turns back to me.

"How do you know? Are you sure?"

"I would recognize Amelia's bedroom from anywhere," I replied eyes on the road. I pressed on the gas pedal harder when we reach the main road.

"Bedroom?..." he was puzzled, "ah the photo!"

"But wait there wasn't much in the photo."

"They were sitting on her bed. The blanket."

"Oh..." was his reply. He stared at me like I was crazy for a bit then turn his attention to his phone calling people and arranging backup.

I might seem crazy. I know every inch of that house. Especially her room. I've been in there a thousand times and more. After she left me, I purchased her house. Kept it clean. I even purchase the two neighboring houses. Didn't let anyone near it. It was the closest I can get to her and feel that she was still next to me. It was my solace.

Kara would have known that those houses were my property and they were empty. My hand grips the steering wheel tighter as I sped through traffic. I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. The bastard took Amelia there to remind her of the past I'm sure. The thought of his hands and sick mind fucking with her had me driving even faster. Cars beep at me from left to right but I didn't give two fucks. First, I'm going to kill the bastard nice and slow then, I'm going to make Kara wish she was never born.

"Get this," Avery said snapping me out of my thought, "The local police department there has all been called away because there was a bombing at the university. Many students were hurt. Ravenswood is a small town they are still waiting for backup and don't have extra men to dispatch over to Amelia's. They said they can probably get one man over there only."

"How fucken convenient," I said my jaws tensing.

"Are you sure they aren't at the university?"

"I'm positive it's another distraction." I replied.

"Fuck. That bastard is mine bro." Avery said.

"Get in line."

Amelia

How long has Jackson gone for? The house became quiet. Jenny's cries and pounding had died down a while ago. I took the time to search the room for any kind of weapon. My room wasn't huge, but the chain was short restricting how far I can go and reach. The door was off limit. And the small window in my room was boarded up. I stare hard at my little desk against the wall the easel. My painting supplies were there and just peaking beneath a folder was a pair of scissors. My reach was just a foot or so short. Fuck how to get to it?

Clasping my hands together, I silently pray, "Just this one time, please, please answer my prayer."

I exhale slowly then bend over to look under the bed. BINGO!

There staring me right in the face was a plastic hanger. Thank you for not being a clean freak Millie!

Immediately I grab the hanger. With the hook I was able to move the scissor from under the folder. The hook looped around one of the handles. I pulled at slowly. Just a little bit more. Fuck! I got the scissor to drop within reach to me but the folder and whatever I had stuffed in there came tumbling down all over the floor. Maybe he won't notice?

I grabbed the scissor and tuck it under one of the pillow. Then I did my best with the hanger to move the papers into a pile. I jumped at the sound of the front door slamming. Quickly I throw the hanger back under the bed and sat at the edge of the bed waiting.

The bedroom door open and I mentally prepared myself for whatever is coming. Instead of Jackson walking in, Kara strolls in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked standing up from the bed ready to defend myself. There was no weapon in her hand and she stood by the door just staring at me. I stared right back at her letting her know she doesn't intimidate me one bit.

After a moment of silence, she spoke. "Did you give it to him yet?" she mocked me arching a brow and looking me over.

"Did you?" I said right back with a smirk and looked her over too. She was dressed in a skin tight red halter top and black mini skirt.

"Bitch! I can kill you!" she said her fist balls up at her side.

"Feelings mutual." I spat at her.

"You're just jealous I had Christian first. Oh, we used to fuck so good." She smirk.

"Key word bitch, 'used too'. I'm still here," I pointed out.

Her lips curled angrily. "You are so lucky, I can't touch you for now."

"Just do it. What are you waiting for? You're scared of him huh?" I challenged.

"I'm not scare of anyone!"

"Lies." I said but my tone of voice was more even and serious now.

"I saw you Kara. You're not a killer. Or even anything as evil as this whole plot of yours and his has become. The way you looked when he told you to strip Jenny. You didn't want to do it. You hesitated."

"I don't know what you are talking about," she lied through her teeth. Her balled fist started shaking.

"Kara, listen to me," I said desperately taking a step closer to her, "I know you hate me but please let Jenny go. Just her. You can keep me here and torture me all you want but please let Jenny go. She's pregnant for god sakes. You must have some kind of compassion for her. You didn't want to stripe her earlier. Please."

I can see her eyes waver and some dark thought crossed her mind because her breathing became heavy. Then, ignoring me she turns around angrily and was ready to exit the door but my words stop her.

"You know he's going to kill you. When he's done using you. He'll kill you too."

She snickered then turned around. My mouth dropped seeing her teary eye. She looked hurt, very hurt.

"Compassion? Use? Kill?" she slowly said. "Let me tell you something Amelia. I was used by Christian and thrown away as soon as you showed up. Compassion? Where was he when I was bleeding and crying all over the bathroom floor when the fetus in my stomach died! His baby! So don't talk to me about compassion. Who fucken cares if your brother kills me after he's done using me!" She looks me straight in the eyes, "I'm already dead."

Without another word, she turns away and slam the door behind her. A choke sob escape my lips and I fall to the floor and just cry. Lost her unborn. Christian's unborn.

The reason she's doing this, the anger she feels towards us. God help us all. 

A/N

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