Page 57 of Wanted

Quickly ending the call with Calvin, I grabbed my keys and rushedout of the house.

I had to find her, before it was too late.

Trying to call her proved futile.

There was no answer, as I knew there wouldn’t be.

Racing toward Throttle, I prayed no harm had come to her. Ididn’t think I would survive another devastation.

I barely held it together last time when she’d been shot.

~35~

Sara

What was with me waking up with mind-splitting headaches? I madesure not to overdo it, but there I was again. Temples throbbing and a dizzinesswhich instantly made me sick to my stomach.

It took me awhile to realize I wasn’t lying down. Instead, I wassitting upright on something cold and hard, my limbs immobile. My eyes werestill closed and I couldn’t really hear anything. It was quiet.

Eerily quiet.

Where the hell am I? Howdid I get here?The last memory I had was getting ready to go out, to meeteveryone at Throttle.That was where therecollections became fuzzy.

Finally, I heard a faint noise, running water off in thedistance. It was muffled but I could make it out. Definitely water.

Then I hear a door open and close, someone slowly walking towardme and then… nothing. Back to silence. I thought I imagined everything until Iheard a voice.

“Welcome back to the land of the living. For now, at least.” Meganwas the person behind the voice, but why was she speaking in such a hatefultone?

“Megan? Where are we? Why can’t I remember anything? Are you all right?”I asked, my speech slurring with each syllable.I knew something was seriously wrong, but Iheld tight to the hope everything would be explained and there was a goodreason for it all.

“I’m fine, Sara,” she said, my name disdainful on her lips. “You’rethe one who’s not.”

She moved around me with stealth-like precision. I barely heardher footsteps before my head was violently forced back, my chair almost tippedover with the force. I cried out, but it only fueled her anger more. She loved thefact she was hurting me, but for the life of me I couldn’t understand why.

When she let go, I sprang forward and quickly righted myself.I was so weak, but I forced my body tocooperate. Forcing my eyes open proved painful, but I needed to see her.

I needed to see what she was going to do to me.

As soon as my lids popped open, they closed just as fast. Thebright light was killing me, causing my headache to spike again. When I triedto shield my eyes with my hands, I realized I couldn’t move them. They wererestrained behind my back.

“I don’t understand, Megan. Please…please, tell me what’s goingon.”

To say I was confused was an understatement.

“You want to know what’s going on?” she asked, hitting me in theback of the head with her hand. Circling around to stand in front of me, shesquatted and looked me in the face, her eyes so glazed over, I was positive shehad taken something. “Well, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, therewas a little girl who had a big brother, a brother who did his best to protecther. But there was something off about him, something everyone knew about, yet theystill made fun of him. But he couldn’t help the way he was. It wasn’t hisfault.” Her voice cracked, indicating this story was indeed a personal one.

“Then one day, he did something beyond his control because hethought he was in love. He took a girl to his house and because she was therefor a short time, everyone panicked and caused the situation to escalate. Theycalled him names and hurt him, locking him away for eight years, probing himand forcing countless drugs down his throat. They even closed him off from theonly remaining family he had left. Me.”

As I tried to listen to her story, the only person who poppedinto my head was Samuel. But it was impossible. He only had one sister and hername was Denise. The only reason I knew was because I was afraid his family wasgoing to retaliate on me somehow, so I asked the police for as much informationas they could give me. Thankfully, nothing ever happened.

Until now.

My eyes had finally adjusted to the bright light in the room,allowing me to see Megan standing in front of me, a knife held tightly in herhand.

I finally realized how dire my situation was right then.

“Megan, I don’t understand what this has to do with me,” I squeaked,afraid if I spoke any louder I’d set her off.

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