Page 48 of Bound By Redemption
“We have a problem. Can you get to Ensley and Katie’s place?”
I took the stairs two at a time back down to where my SUV was parked in the cave. I didn’t stop to think. I didn’t say a word to anyone. Instincts drove me, and this carnal need to protect took over.
“Talk to me,” I ordered, making my way to the SUV and opening the door.
“Place is torn up. Just get here.”
“Fuck.”
“Where are ya goin’?” my father asked as I paused to give him a second, just realizing he had followed me.
“Dryerson went to Ensley’s place to get some of Remy’s stuff. He just called tellin’ me to get there quick.”
Dad nodded, swinging up into the truck too. It surprised the shit out of me when the two back doors opened and Jacks and Ryker jumped in without hesitation. I was so caught off guard by Dryerson’s situation, I didn’t see who was around.
There was no time for questions. I needed to get there and find out what the hell was going on.
Booker raised the door as we made our way to it, and we burst through. I wasn’t going to tell Ensley anything until I found out what was going on. My two girls were my priority.
My father rolled down his window, and yelled to my mom, “Be back. Got shit to do.”
Glancing over, Ensley’s eyes met mine, and I lifted my chin and gave her a small smile. She didn’t need to worry. It wasn’t like I was going to keep it from her. We’d already talked about that shit last night, but I would soften the blow for her. That was for damn sure.
We made it to the apartment complex in record time, coming to a halt, and all of us jumped out of the SUV, going to the stairs and taking them two at a time.
Dryerson stood in the doorway, his face stony. The front door was kicked in, falling off the hinges, and I could see how by the piece of shit bolts not doing their job.
“The entire place is fucked up, man,” Dryerson said as I moved in first, my father after, then Jacks and Ryker.
“Who the fuck would do this shit?” my father asked.
“Look,” Ryker said, pointing to the far living room wall. On it was spray painted, ‘Cyrus my virus.’ That’s what her father called her.
“How the hell did he find her?” I asked Ryker, knowing that he’d got her all new paperwork and away from that mess.
“Who?” my father asked.
“Ensley's father called her Cyrus the virus. How the hell did find her?”
“Fuck if I know. The fuckin’ church people don’t like to lose their pussy. More pussy means more kids. More kids meant a higher status in their community,” Ryker bit off. “It’s all on their path to Heaven.”
Dryerson wasn’t wrong. The cushions on the couch were sliced with a knife, the stuffing going everywhere. Pictures that were hanging on the walls were now on the ground, the glass shattered into a million pieces. The oldish television looked as though someone had taken a sledgehammer to it.
The small dining table was busted to the floor. In the kitchen, it was more of the same except this time it was food. Remy’s sippy cups were scattered on the floor next to the forks and knives.
“Fuck, man,” I heard my dad say. He went further into the space that was more than likely Ensley’s room.
Moving there, I paused in the doorway, my heart thumping so hard it felt like it was coming out of my chest.
Ensley’s bed was completely destroyed, the mattress having springs come out and the blankets in tatters. It didn’t appear that Ensley had a lot of things, but Remy sure did.
My blood boiled when I saw Remy’s annihilated crib. There was no other word for it. Rage. That was what it looked like. Someone who had a ton of rage inside him and wanted to take it out on my little girl. Fuck that and fuck him.
“Fucking hell,” Ryker barked out. “Katie’s room’s the same. Says ‘whore’ on its wall too.”
Whoever these fuckers were seemed to only know one word.
Remy’s toys were thrown around the room. I had no idea if they were broken or not. My guess would be yes at this rate. Both Ensley and Remy’s clothes were pulled out of every drawer and off every hanger.
