Unbreakable (39 page)

Lucy quickly puts her hands down and acts
innocent, but I know he saw what just happened.

“Bad girls,” he scolds and moves toward us.
All I want to do is to start kicking and screaming and punching
this man. He takes out the syringe and grabs Lucy by the back of
the head. She fights him for a second trying to release from his
grip when the syringe enters her neck. Just as fast as Luke, she
crumples to the floor.

I’m frozen. He’s so close I can smell him.
His scent is musty and smells of the woods. He grabs my arm and
turns me around. I whimper in fear as his hand cups my behind. He
lingers for a minute caressing over the pocket and I hear him moan
with pleasure. I’m shaking with fear and disgust as he touches me.
He reaches into my back pocket and grabs the phone. His hand that
is wrapped around my arm is so tight and fierce I think it’s going
to break in two.

He swings me back around and holds the cell
phone up to my face. He throws it on Lucy with so much force that
it bounces off of her and flies across the room shattering it to
bits.

“I should kill her for that,” he says in a
low gruff whisper so close to me I can feel his breath on my face.
I feel like I’m going to be sick and try my hardest to hold it
together.

“Please, I’ll go with you. Please don’t,” I
beg him as he stares at my face, tears running down my cheeks. I
can’t look at him. My whole body is trembling as he takes my face
in his hands and forces me to look at him.

“You made it this way. You made me do this,”
his voice low and angry.

“Just a little insurance,” he sneers and
pulls a mechanical device from his inside pocket. He sets it on the
island counter. “This is just in case you try to escape...BOOM!” He
shouts laughingly and I see he has a tiny detonator around his
neck. If I fight him he’s going to blow up Luke and Lucy.

“Now, Lilly, this has been a long time
coming.” He runs the tip of the gun down my cheek and I gasp. He
takes out a zip tie from his pocket and grabs my wrists binding
them together and pulls the tie tight. The hard plastic is cutting
into my skin. Grabbing my arm again, he yanks me toward the
door.

He stops at Luke and points the gun down at
his head again, “He doesn’t deserve to live,” he grates looking up
at me.

“Please I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt
anyone,” I beg through my sobbing.

“Yeah, well, we’ll see how you do,” he
fumbles with the detonator around his neck before he jerks me out
the doors.

I don’t know where Sam and the dogs are. I
hope and pray they are out there somewhere and are going to come to
my rescue.

I get my answer quickly when he drags me onto
the patio. I see Sam crumpled in a heap like Luke and Lucy in front
of the cottage. The dogs are in the cottage going crazy, barking
and jumping at the door. I think that they might actually break it
down.

“They think I would only come at night, but I
showed them who is boss,” he mocks and I can tell he is impressed
with himself. He continues to drag me toward the woods and I
struggle to keep up. He doesn’t say anything, his alert is up, and
he constantly looks behind him.

“Please, you’re hurting me,” I plead as he
drags me towards the tree line. Blood has started to drip from my
arm where his fingernails have buried into my skin. He doesn’t stop
and keeps yanking me closer to the woods. I feel that once we’ve
reached the cover of the trees, it’s over, that they aren’t going
to find me. I try to drag my feet to slow him down, but this only
angers him and he pulls harder.

I scream in pain as I feel my shoulder pop
out of its socket. He still doesn’t stop. He seems more determined
than ever to get me to the tree line. Where’s he going to take me,
what is he going to do to me? Pain and fear take over as we reach
the timber. I feel like it’s all over. I see he has conduits set up
rerouting the electrical current for the invisible fence.

He pushes me through the opening, but he
keeps a tight grip on me as I struggle to get through the tiny
space. Once I’m through he lets go of my arm. A second later he’s
through the opening and is grabbing my arm again.

He finally slows down now, taking my other
arm since the one is bleeding and throbbing in pain from being out
of its socket. I feel like my whole body is numb. I can’t believe
this is really happening. He continues to drag me through the
timber. I trip on a log and land face first into a pile of leaves.
The pain sears through me as my cheek gets cut from a sharp rock in
the bottom of the pile of leaves. He hastily helps me up and
continues to drag me.

“You know, it didn’t have to be this way,” he
tells me anger in his voice. “You were mine, and then he came along
and poisoned you,” he shouts as he talks of Luke.

He’s getting angrier as he talks about Luke
and I pray he doesn’t trigger the bomb with the detonator still
swinging around his neck.

“He’s such a fool to think he could keep us
apart,” his voice rising more in anger. “He doesn’t deserve to
live,” I see him fumble with the device hanging from his neck.

“Please, I’m with you now and it’s where I
want to be,” I blurt out in desperation to save Luke’s life.
“There’s no need to kill anyone now. We’re together at last,” I
choke the words out feeling like I’m going to vomit, and swallow
hard to keep from doing so.

He stops and turns to me. I can see the anger
dissipating from his face from my words. I force myself to smile at
him as screams want to escape my lips. I compose myself, with all
of my might, for my Luke.

“You betrayed me with him,” he looks at me
and I can tell he is confused by my words and not sure if he
believes me or not. “You toyed with me and flaunted him around in
front me.” He is so close to my face, his mouth goes to my ear and
I feel his long facial hair brush my cheek. A shiver runs through
me. “I don’t like being toyed with,” he breathes in my ear and I
feel like I might faint. I want so bad to start swinging and to
fight this monster, but I can’t take the chance that he would
detonate the bomb.

“This is where I belong, I can see that now,”
I whimper desperate for him to believe me. He turns away from me
and continues to drag me through the trees a little more carefully
now, but I still get beat up with branches smacking me as we hurry
through the woods.

After about 30 minutes of walking we reach a
dirt road and waiting there is a large blue van with all the back
windows blacked out. He opens the back doors shoving me in, and he
follows shutting the doors behind us. I try to sit up, but my arm
sears with pain as I have landed on my dislocated shoulder. My
shirt is torn from the trees and my skin stings everywhere from the
cuts they delivered.

“We’ll be home soon,” he whispers and pulls
out an identical syringe to the ones he used on Luke and Lucy. I
feel the sharp prick of the needle go in my neck. Darkness starts
to close in and I see his face staring at me when he reaches for
the detonator on his neck and he pushes the button.

I want to scream no, but my world goes
black.

The End of Book One.

Book 2, In the Cypress Grove Series,
Unbreakable 2, The Mystery of Lilly coming May 2014

A special thanks to my editor,
Tara the Word Wench. For her awesome services she can be contacted
@ [email protected]. Also a big thank you to Donna
Pemberton for all you do for me.

Other books by this Author:

Deep Blue Impact

Deep Blue Hold

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