Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
He’s still trying to cover his tracks.
“I guess he doesn’t give a shit about his sister.” Spike shrugs. “Fine by me, let’s just kill both of them and be done with it. We’ll find another way to clear Serenity’s name.”
Spike knows all the tactics to use.
I pull the safety on the gun, and it makes a clicking sound.
Gerard’s sister cries out, begging him to help her.
“Do you want to watch her die, or should we kill you first?” Spike questions him, pulling out his own gun. “It really doesn’t bother me.”
“You can’t kill me,” Gerard finally breaks, his voice raising. “You can’t ...”
Spike hauls him up close, so his face is right up near Gerard’s. “But I fucking can, and I will. You are nothing to me. Your life has little meaning, you murderous fuck. I know what you are, and I know what you did.”
“It was an accident,” Gerard cries, his eyes widening at his own confession.
Spike presses the gun to his temple.
“It wasn’t an accident, and we both know it. You killed that girl, and she likely wasn’t the first.”
“Want me to count you down?” Cade asks, casually standing next to us, arms crossed.
“I’d love that,” Spike nods.
“One.”
“Gerard,” the woman cries. “Please. Do something.”
“Two.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Gerard tries desperately.
“Three.”
“Okay,” he screams, his voice filling the shed. “I killed her. I did it. It was me.”
Bingo.
Spike tosses him to the ground.
“You can’t prove it,” he shouts up at Spike. “You can’t ...”
“Gerard, how could you?” His sister gasps. “No.”
He looks to her, his eyes wide. “I just ... It just came over me.”
I reach around to my back pocket and pull out the recording device, holding it up. “Thanks for that,” I murmur. “The cops will love it. Spike, lock him up until we can hand him over to an officer.”
Gerard’s eyes bulge. “No. No, you can’t. No.”
“Get him away from me,” I wave a hand.
Then, I turn and walk out.
I have one problem gone, now I need to get the other.
The last one is a lot more dangerous.
21 – Serenity
I’m starving.
My body hurts.
Everything inside me feels like it’s slowly shrivelling up.
I haven’t had water.
It’s the second day here, and so far, nobody has come.
I don’t have a plan to escape; I’m too weak. Each night, Hound injects me with some kind of drug that knocks me out for most of it, and then more into the next day. I’m barely awake, and when I am, I’m unable to move much. He’s doing it on purpose, so that I can’t figure out a way to fight back.
I don’t know how I’m going to get out of here.
The door opening on the third morning has my eyes flickering open, praying it isn’t Hound. I’m shocked when I see a man walking in with a bottle of water. Whoever he is, I haven’t seen him before, but he certainly doesn’t look as mean as Hound and he’s a lot younger, maybe mid-twenties.
“Here,” he tosses the water bottle at me, and it lands on the floor.
I reach out, curling my fingers around it and bringing it up, frantically unscrewing it and bringing it to my lips. It takes everything not to gulp the whole thing, but I know that wouldn’t be smart. If I did that, I would likely vomit it all back up, and I don’t know when they’re going to give me more, if at all.
So, I take a few sips, and then put it down.
The man frowns, scrunching up his nose. “You smell really fucking bad.”
I know I’ve peed myself, but there is little I can do about it.
“I haven’t exactly been given royal treatment,” I mutter.
“Can’t you use the toilet in the corner or something?”
Is he stupid?
“In case you didn’t know, I’ve been drugged. That means that I can’t fucking move, let alone crawl to the corner to pee.”
He purses his lips, like he doesn’t like that answer.
Who is this guy?
“I’ll see if I can get you some clean clothes.”
“Why?” I mutter, trying to roll to my side. “He’s going to kill me anyway.”
He doesn’t answer me, he just walks toward the door.
“I have a child at home,” I call out. “Her name is Ava, and she’s just a baby. I don’t know if you have any kids, but she is everything to me. I don’t want to die.”
He pauses, his hand stretched out to the door handle.
I hold my breath, hoping he’ll turn back around, but he doesn’t.
He opens the door and leaves.
I growl with frustration.
If I can’t stop Hound from drugging me, I’m never going to get out of this place, which means the only chance I might have is to use whoever that was to my advantage. If he cares enough to get me clean clothes, maybe he’d care if I didn’t wake up when he came in. Would he carry me out? Would he call for help? Something.