Raine Walker

Chapter Thirty-Six

Scott POV

        With her hand in mine, I pull her towards the stairs, knowing that Lacey and her disciples were too busy chasing after Adam to care about where Raine was. I guess they thought that wherever Adam was - Raine wasn't too far off. Lucky for her and me. I rush her down the steps as quickly and as accurately as I could, without her or myself tripping. I glance out the window. 

        The rest should be here by now, I thought.

        Where the hell are they?

        Where even is Detective Wilson?

        I was lucky to get here. I knew that this was going to happen, though. I'm not surprised at all. What I am surprised about is how Detective Wilson believed when I told him that I didn't do any of this...that it was all Lacey's plot. I was expecting a very inferior type of man when it came to Detective Wilson, relying on the opinion of his colleagues. Except, he believed me. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here right now.

        I hustle out the back door, knowing that going out the front door at this moment would be a death sentence. Where the hell is he? I hesitated for a second, hearing the gun shot being fired. I suck in my breath, turning my glance back to the open glass door of the house. Raine looks at me in horror.

        "C'mon," I tug her away from the house. Apart of me hated my thoughts, but all I could think about was how that probably was Detective Wilson being shot.

        Run. Get away. As far away as I can get Raine.

        "Scott?" she whispers to me, grabbing my attention. I glance at her, realizing she's not looking at me. She's looking at the back door of the house. I follow her gaze, seeing what she saw. Horror filled my eyes. Lacey's gun was pointed directly to us. 

        "Raine! RUN!" I yell to her, pulling her as quickly as I could. Running, the only thing that I could hear was gun fire. Adrenaline gets to her, and she pulls ahead of me. She's running as fast as she can. I'm running as fast as she can.

        The constant sound of bullets firing at us is the only thing I can hear or would be able to hear. We're running, and it was because our life depended upon it. I moved as fast as I could possibly go, and I've heard that I'm a pretty fast runner. Raine was pretty fast herself. With our hands still intertwined in each other's, we ran like the wind.

        Suddenly, we both halt to a stop. The view of the vast lake was before us, stopping us from moving any farther. I look at her, and she looks at me. There's the voice inside my head that says goodbye. Goodbye...I lo-

        "No. NO! We're not saying goodbye. Not like this!" she raises her voice, unlocking our fingers to turn around to look back to see an approaching Lacey. The gun was still in her hand, pointing it at the both of us with tears streaming down her face. Lacey looked torn and conflicted. She looked stressed out...but she should be. 

        This bitch lied to Raine for thirteen years, telling Raine to call her mother. She told her that her name was Raine Walker...when actually, she's Lea Moore. I feel the rage boil in my veins, making me want to lurch out and take care of this once and for all. But the gun in Lacey's grip...as well as the sanity of Lacey...makes me keep my ground.

        "Raine..." she pauses, more tears streaming down her face. "Why are you making me do this?"

        "Then don't do it..." Raine's voice spoke softly, but I realized that fake tone in her voice. It was Raine's scheme.

        "I can't when you act like this," Lacey shakes her head.

        "I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry for running," she states. "I'll stop. I was just scared."

        I glance at Raine, worried that she's going to fall into something she shouldn't. What if Lacey takes her some somewhere where I'll never see her again? That's not possible...I wouldn't let that be possible.

        "You are?" Lacey's tone turns to something more caring and concerning.

        "Yes, mom. I'm sorry, for everything," Raine states, taking a shy step forward.

        "I'm sorry, too, honey," Lacey states, dropping the gun so quickly to fling herself into Raine's arms. Raine embraces her, although I can practically see the muscles stiffen in Raine's body. I feel a sigh seep from my throat, making me breathe for a moment as Lacey's gun drops. Standing there, I watch as Adam races out of the house. 

        He halts when she sees Raine embracing Lacey, who was sobbing loudly. Lacey opens her eyes quickly, glancing at me as I exchange glances between her and Adam. She stiffens, glancing behind her slowly. 

        "You," she looks at Adam aggressively. "You stole my daughter and brainwashed her."

        "I-I," Adam was struggling, looking at me as he threw his stutter into the wind.

        "No," Raine pulls back to look at her. "It's my fault. I believed it. But I was wrong, mom. I was wrong."

        Raine's words, unless I didn't know her as much as I did, would of sounded believable. I stood there, partially taken back by Raine's words. But I understood that this was a precaution to take against her crazy mother. To be on her side even though that it was the wrong side of the situation.

        "I'm sorry, too, Raine," her mother looks at her, and only her. "I'm sorry. I meant to tell you about this mess when you turned eighteen. I wanted to tell you that you were adopted."

        "Mom, it's okay."

        "I know it is," Lacey smiles, which only makes me cringe. Seeing Lacey happy makes me sick to my stomach. I look away for a moment, shifting my weight on my feet. Adam did the same thing as me - looking away to the sight of this. Raine simply embraces it.

        My glance finds Adam and, for a split second, I think that there will be this endless movement of Lacey. She'll get away - running away with Raine. Raine will go simply because she feels that she needs to protect the people surrounding her. Adam and I will have to begin another adventure to search for Raine without getting too close to chase Lacey off again. Raine will be sucked into a life that she doesn't deserve as she tries to protect everyone that Lacey despises. 

        I feel a sharp pain strike me on the back of the head, dropping me to the ground. I'm numb...I think. The pain is shooting down my spine so quickly and effectively. It's unbearable. I dig my nails into the dirt, hoping to regain my strength to cover my ground and fight back. 

        And in the pain, I hear definite yelling. I clench my eyes closed, hoping that when I open them - I could see what's happening. I hear sobbing...and it wasn't from Lacey. As I open my eyes, I glance up at the blurred sight of what I believe is Raine. Maybe? I see the figure standing, arms outstretched before them, trembling. With each second, the figure became more and more visible and apparent. 

        It was Raine.

        She was standing up for herself...with a gun in her grasp.