Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound Chapter 27

I skidded to a stop as I was faced by a man. This man turned out to be Devon, the ex-boyfriend from hell. He lent against the wall of the alleyway looking smug that he had finally tracked me down. He was wearing a hoodie and tracksuit bottoms, this made him look like he was about to do a dirty deal.

'Cara, nice to see you again,' he smarmily said, which made me want to rearrange his face.

'No, it's not,' I muttered, before backing up, planning to run back the way I had come. However, I was trapped as it seemed that another man had blocked my way. He looked a bit gormless like he didn't understand how to do daily functions like brushing his teeth. What he lost in the gormless apartment he made up in his intimating stature of muscles.

I gulped, as realised that I was trapped.

'What do you want,' I pretended that I didn't know what they wanted. I thought that it would be a good idea to not give then what they wanted, or at the very least stall them until help came.

'Cara, Cara, don't be dense. You were always a clever one,' Devon insulted me.

'I don't know what you are on about,' I snipped out being obtuse just to get a rise out of him.

'The dress, Cara,' he uttered, as he stopped leaning against the wall and sauntered closer to me.

'What does it look like?' I raised my eyebrow, as if to say what are you going to do about it.

His arm shot out like a boa constrictor, before he pinned me to the wall. I struggled getting a few kicks in, none that did any permanent damage.

'Get off me you bastard,' I yelled out.

'Not until you tell us where you have hidden the dress,' He spoke out menacingly, obviously fed up with me stalling.

'Well I don't have it.'

'Where is it?' He shouted through clenched teeth.

'I don't know,' I reiterated.

Apparently, I had gone too far as a knife appeared in his hand. He held it dangerously close to my neck. I inhaled a jerky breath, trying to get away. It proved futile.

'Listen up very carefully, if you don't tell me where the dress is, I will go after your mum. That might help to loosen you tongue,' He told me matter of fact, like he just hadn't given me a death threat towards mum.

A noise of alerted him to the fact that we had company. The knife that Devon held quickly disappeared as he spun round to see my savour. Stood with a gun pointed at the goon's head was David.

'Step away from Cara, or I shoot,' David threatened, as the gun crunched, the safety mechanism turned onto fire. He looked like he meant business, with a murderous expression on his face.

Devon didn't listen, to which David replied with a gunshot. The bullet almost took the goon down if he hadn't of ducked. The goon hit his head, as he ducked, falling unconscious. I took Devon's distraction as an opportunity to kick him where the sun doesn't shine. He went down like a lump of coal, groaning in pain.

'You wanted to know where the dress was?' I questioned, to which he nodded. 'Well it was in my car, then I moved it to the river and now I don't know where it is,' I taunted him, hoping that my words would send him on a wild goose chase.

With my words said I hurried after David, all to aware that the goon wouldn't be down for long and that Devon would recover shortly from his rearranged gentleman friend. David pulled me through the back entrance of the Brown Cow, before gesturing for me to follow him upstairs. It turned out that we were in his apartment, which overlooked the street.