“We’ve been wandering around for hours and there’s STILL no sign of her! Why don’t we just give up?”
“No, Holly, we’re NOT giving up! I know she’s out here somewhere. Remember those sounds we heard?”
She sighed, “Yes, I remember, but our parents are going to be worried sick if we don’t get home soon.”
I ignored her as I pushed through yet another branch and stopped dead in my tracks as I stared in disbelief.
“Justin, are you listening to—” she stopped mid-sentence as she stood next to me.
Before us was a large cabin that had several broken windows. The chairs that I assumed had done the damage were sprawled across the lawn.
I swallowed hard and licked my lips as my heart pounded in my chest. Caitlin had been here; I could feel it.
“Stay here,” I told Holly.
I began to walk towards the doorway when I heard the sound of a gun shot. I instantly fell to the ground.
“Who goes there?” called a shaky female voice.
“It’s me,” I said quickly as I stood up off the ground.
“Justin? Oh, thank God!” she clutched her chest as she dropped the rifle and ran towards me.
“Kayla,” I breathed before quickly pulling her into my chest. I could feel her fast heart-beat. “What on earth are you doing out here?”
“I was looking for someone to ask directions,” she said as she looked up at me and I realized the tears running down her cheeks. “So, I’d walked up to the door—” her voice trailed off and I felt myself become concerned.
“You’re not hurt, are you?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” she sobbed. “But something terrible happened in there.” she shuddered as she spoke.
“What do you mean?” Holly’s hollow voice sounded behind us.
I didn’t wait for an answer. I ran up the raggedy porch steps and stopped when I reached the doorway.
Chairs and tables had been bashed and broken to mere pieces. The trashcan had been turned over and there were broken beer bottles everywhere.
Horrified, I forced myself to step inside the building. Something shiny and pink on the floor near the bed caught my attention. I quickly made my way over to it. I sucked in a sharp breath as I bent down and picked up the shattered pink and silver phone.
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
The phone had been completely damaged, but there was no doubt that it was Caitlin’s.
My eyes continued to scan the room and I felt faint when they landed on various blood stains outside the closed bathroom door. I walked over to the puddles and realized they were fairly fresh. I was gulping and silently praying as I reluctantly pushed open the door. I’d seen once on a movie where a murderer had killed his wife and left her in a bathtub. The mere thought made me sick, but I knew I had to find out for myself.
Holding my breath, I glanced in the bathroom. Instantly, my heart lightened with relief when I realized that no one was in there, but as I glanced around it became heavy again. With shaky hands I lifted a little white stick off the sink and stared in shock at the pink plus sign.
When I came-to, my head throbbed and I couldn’t remember a thing that had happened. I slowly glanced around my surroundings and realized I was in Seth’s car.
“Where are we going?” My voice came out like a hoarse squeak due to my dry throat.
“None of your damn business, you little slut.” Seth snapped at me. “Now, shut up.”
I bit my lip and did as I was told.
After about 30 minutes, the car came to a stop.
Seth climbed out and slammed the door causing me to jump slightly.
Wincing at the crook in my neck, I turned to see a guy who looked a lot like Seth, except his curly, auburn colored hair and brown eyes instead of blue ones, standing on the porch of a picturesque white house.
Seth snatched my door open and shoved my crutches into my hands.
“Let’s go, sweetie.” his voice had turned back into the sappy one he used when other people were around.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I struggled to stand up with the crutches. An excruciating pain ripped through my entire body and I let out a painful hiss.
I could feel Seth’s death glare, but I didn’t care.
The Seth look-a-like ran down the stairs and over to me.
“Are you alright?” he asked. His voice was full of concern.
Knowing that Seth was watching, I nodded. “I’m fine.”
He seemed unconvinced as he continued to help me up the stairs and inside of the house. He led me to a pink bedroom with a plushy bed and gestured for me to sit down.
“I’m fine, really.” I repeated. I was sure Seth wouldn’t approve of it and I knew that my fragile body couldn’t take another blow. I couldn’t remember anything that had happened, but it was obvious from my soreness that he’d beaten me.
“No, no, you should rest.” he insisted.
Since he was so persistent, I gave in and sat down.
“Thanks—” I paused as I realized I didn’t know his name.
“Adam, Adam McIntosh.” he answered. “Seth and I are cousins. Our moms are twin sisters and our dads are twin brothers...it’s weird, I know.” he chuckled softly.
I nodded as I eased myself on the bed wincing slightly at the pain. “I’m Caitlin Beadles.”
“Caitlin, are you sure that you’re alright?” Adam questioned, his warm brown eyes were filled with kindness.
“Of course she’s alright,” Seth barked. Adam turned to look at him with a startled expression on his face. “I mean, she just fell off her bike and rolled down a hill when we went riding.” he tried to soften his approach. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
Adam nodded slowly. “Oh, okay, well, um, why don’t you get some rest and I’ll bring you some Tylenol to ease the pain and Tomato soup and crackers.” he said. “You do like Tomato Soup, right? I’m sure you’re probably hungry.”
“What are you implying that I having been feeding her?” Seth questioned.
“No, no. I’m just saying that with the long trip and everything...” Adam stammered.
“That’s very kind of you,” I smiled. It was the first time I’d smiled since Seth had kidnapped me. “I’d really appreciate that.”
Adam nodded his appreciation before quickly exiting the room.
Seth’s eyes followed him before darting to me. He closed the door and stormed towards me.
“You’re pushing it Caty,” he whisper-screamed.
I gulped. “Wh-wh-what’dya mean?”
“You know it EXACTLY what I mean.” he snapped before his lips curled upwards. “Nevertheless, we’re gonna be out of here in a couple of days anyway. I’ve almost worked out all of the papers for us to go the States. Once we’re there we’ll take care of It.” He acted as if he was completely disgusted when he said “It”.
“What do you mean ‘It’?” I asked. I was completely puzzled as to what he was talking about.
“That baby,” his cold blue eyes landed on my stomach. “We’re going to get rid of it as soon as we get to America.”
I shook my head. “We can’t leave the country!” I exclaimed. “I, I won’t go and I certainly will NOT abort my baby.” he was going to hit me, but I didn’t care.
Sure enough, Seth raised his hand, but the sound of Adam calling his name stopped him. He simply gave me an evil look and then stormed out of the room.
I silently thanked God for the interruption as my eyes wandered the room. They landed on a little pamphlet that sat on the dresser. I reached over and picked it up. On the front was a picture of the house with the words Safe Haven written across the top. I flipped it open and pictures of a pregnant girl who looked to be about my age and another of a bruised woman who was about twenty or so stood out. My heart skipped a beat as I began to read the caption below the pictures:
‘Safe Haven is a secure refuge run by Allen and Marjorie McIntosh for girls and women of all ages to escape their abusive situations and get the help they need.’
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