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I’d tried to forget that night a million
times, but it was always in the back of my mind. In many ways it felt like
yesterday.
LeRoy stood in front of me, trying to regain
his composure, with his hands on his hips. His eyes burned with a scary sort of
intensity.
Tuck began to whimper. He couldn’t speak
much, but he knew that the big bad man freaking out and yelling in front of us
was scary.
“Put a muzzle on your kid,” LeRoy said.
“He needs diapers,” I said, trying to
change the subject. “My bag is in Mary Jane’s car. Please. He’s been sitting in
the same dirty diaper since last night.”
LeRoy huffed and rolled his eyes as he turned
and left, slamming the door behind him and clinking the lock.
CHAPTER 14
I settled back into the flat cushion of
the mattress with Tuck in my arms. The smell of soggy diapers filled the air,
and a painful silence served as a hopeless reminder of how powerless I was.
I shut my eyes and leaned back against
the hard wall. The vrooming sound of motorcycles and the rumbling of loud
trucks seeped in through the barred window, and I stood up on my toes to look
out of it. I prayed, hoped and crossed my fingers that it was the Black Dogs
coming to save me, but I knew it was impossible. They were six hours away.
I squinted to try to see the men, but
none of them looked familiar. They were all Cottonmouths. I sunk back down and
took my place on the mattress. Nothing but despair filled my mind.
I had to have faith, I reminded myself.
My daddy wouldn’t let them win. I knew he wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to let them
take his family or take him away from his family. He wouldn’t let them
blackmail Ash into turning himself in.
The metal door flung open and hit against
the wall behind it. A man whom I’d never seen before with thick, curly black
hair up and down his arms and a shaved head walked towards me. Clenched in his
hands were zip ties.
“Get up,” he said with a growl in his
tone. Without saying another word, he reached out and grabbed my wrists,
squeezing them hard before wrapping the zip ties around them and pulling them
tight. “Come with me.”
I followed behind him, purposely taking
my time, as Tuck toddled behind me. “Where are we going?”
He turned his gnarled face towards me and
sneered, as if to say I was an imbecile for even asking. It was none of my
business, I knew. We marched down the hall before ending up at a heavy, metal
door leading back out towards the alley. The door flung open by another member
and a rusty, purple cargo van with the side door wide open awaited us.
Soggy tears stained my cheeks as I tried,
and failed, to stay strong for Tuck. I kept my face turned to the side and
prayed he wouldn’t notice. I didn’t want him to see the fear in my eyes or the
helplessness on my face.
“Get in,” the man commanded. His patience
for me was wearing thin.
There were no seats in the back of the
van. Only open space. A few unmarked cardboard boxes lined the back area, but
that was it. Nothing else. The man climbed in the van and started it up. A loud
rumble vibrated the floor space, slightly startling tuck into my lap. The van
shifted hard into drive and we plunged forward, out of the alley.
Sitting on the floor of the van, I could
hardly see out the windows, but if I sat up just enough, I was able to catch
glimpses of street signs and buildings around us. I tried to remember each
turn. Left, left, right, left, right, straight…
When we approached a busy intersection
and got caught up at the red light, the man took the opportunity to fish around
in his pockets for his cigarette.
“Damn it,” he muttered when he dropped
his lighter. He reached one burly arm down on the ground, fingers searching,
and eyes focused on the stoplight. He was paying no attention to us whatsoever.
I sat up, slightly,
times, but it was always in the back of my mind. In many ways it felt like
yesterday.
LeRoy stood in front of me, trying to regain
his composure, with his hands on his hips. His eyes burned with a scary sort of
intensity.
Tuck began to whimper. He couldn’t speak
much, but he knew that the big bad man freaking out and yelling in front of us
was scary.
“Put a muzzle on your kid,” LeRoy said.
“He needs diapers,” I said, trying to
change the subject. “My bag is in Mary Jane’s car. Please. He’s been sitting in
the same dirty diaper since last night.”
LeRoy huffed and rolled his eyes as he turned
and left, slamming the door behind him and clinking the lock.
CHAPTER 14
I settled back into the flat cushion of
the mattress with Tuck in my arms. The smell of soggy diapers filled the air,
and a painful silence served as a hopeless reminder of how powerless I was.
I shut my eyes and leaned back against
the hard wall. The vrooming sound of motorcycles and the rumbling of loud
trucks seeped in through the barred window, and I stood up on my toes to look
out of it. I prayed, hoped and crossed my fingers that it was the Black Dogs
coming to save me, but I knew it was impossible. They were six hours away.
I squinted to try to see the men, but
none of them looked familiar. They were all Cottonmouths. I sunk back down and
took my place on the mattress. Nothing but despair filled my mind.
I had to have faith, I reminded myself.
My daddy wouldn’t let them win. I knew he wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to let them
take his family or take him away from his family. He wouldn’t let them
blackmail Ash into turning himself in.
The metal door flung open and hit against
the wall behind it. A man whom I’d never seen before with thick, curly black
hair up and down his arms and a shaved head walked towards me. Clenched in his
hands were zip ties.
“Get up,” he said with a growl in his
tone. Without saying another word, he reached out and grabbed my wrists,
squeezing them hard before wrapping the zip ties around them and pulling them
tight. “Come with me.”
I followed behind him, purposely taking
my time, as Tuck toddled behind me. “Where are we going?”
He turned his gnarled face towards me and
sneered, as if to say I was an imbecile for even asking. It was none of my
business, I knew. We marched down the hall before ending up at a heavy, metal
door leading back out towards the alley. The door flung open by another member
and a rusty, purple cargo van with the side door wide open awaited us.
Soggy tears stained my cheeks as I tried,
and failed, to stay strong for Tuck. I kept my face turned to the side and
prayed he wouldn’t notice. I didn’t want him to see the fear in my eyes or the
helplessness on my face.
“Get in,” the man commanded. His patience
for me was wearing thin.
There were no seats in the back of the
van. Only open space. A few unmarked cardboard boxes lined the back area, but
that was it. Nothing else. The man climbed in the van and started it up. A loud
rumble vibrated the floor space, slightly startling tuck into my lap. The van
shifted hard into drive and we plunged forward, out of the alley.
Sitting on the floor of the van, I could
hardly see out the windows, but if I sat up just enough, I was able to catch
glimpses of street signs and buildings around us. I tried to remember each
turn. Left, left, right, left, right, straight…
When we approached a busy intersection
and got caught up at the red light, the man took the opportunity to fish around
in his pockets for his cigarette.
“Damn it,” he muttered when he dropped
his lighter. He reached one burly arm down on the ground, fingers searching,
and eyes focused on the stoplight. He was paying no attention to us whatsoever.
I sat up, slightly,
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