Page 40 of Kalix
“Alex. Let me go.”
He sighs with a smirk, “No can do.”
“Please, I’ll do whatever you want.” I beg.
He closes the screen on my phone before chucking it across the room, the screen making a crunching noise as he hits the ground. I jump and try to get away from him as he lunges for me. “Whatever I want? What happened to what I fucking wanted that night at the bar?”
He grabs my face as his nose brushes mine. “You were supposed to go home with me that night…ME!” He shouts in my face making my body lock up, his spit wetting my skin.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the tears start to pool in my eyes.
Don’t fucking cry, Lainey.
“Instead, you let your fucking crazy boyfriend beat the shit out of me!” He yells again.
The tears start to pour down my face, “Please.” I beg
“Oh,please, please, please.” He mocks me.
I start to sob, “Just let me go…”
CHAPTER 29
KALIX
If I could cry,that’s exactly what I’d be doing right now. Despite the blaring car horns and sitting in the middle of the goddamn street, I’m idling, staring at my phone. Probably not a good first reaction given my location and the fact that I’ve just been handed a key, but I can’t help the way my body froze.
I’m not sure what happened, but my phone buzzed. A notification telling me that Lainey’s phone was on and was actively being used, and that was everything I needed to see before slamming on my breaks and coming to a halt, dragging my eyes over the screen trying to analyze any detail I could.
Pictures that had my dick wanting to stiffen, random scrolling through apps, but when the map popped up with a little blue dot, I screenshot what I was seeing so damn fast I swear I could hear the pressure on the screen from the force.
It’s her location. An exact pinpoint on a map ofwhere my little rabbit is. No more questions, no more worry.
I hurriedly send the picture to the group chat before mounting my phone again and taking off, weaving through cars. She’s in the middle of the woods. Thankfully, it looks like there’s a dirt road leading all the way to whatever building she’s in. Looks like a silver, metal roof, but who really knows. All I know is that whoever dared to touch her is in for a world of hurt.
She has to be okay. She has to be okay. She has to be okay.
I’m the first to arrive at the small cabin-like building. The roads leading in are surprisingly well maintained, not that I mind either way. I swerve where I need to, careful to not send myself catapulting over the handlebars, but also, I need to take this slow. It doesn’t help that it's also pissing rain, but I really need to get in there.
The possibilities of what could be waiting for me are currently endless, and I don’t want to alert anyone of my presence, so I can’t speed down the road.
I’m coming Lainey.
I ditch my bike along the treeline before continuing up on foot. It’s dark outside, letting mesneak around in the shadow of night. I’m the first one here, so I know I’m on my own to save her. I never thought I’d be the knight in jeans riding up to save the rabbit on his black bike, but here we are.
My helmet is still forgotten somewhere, but thankfully my knife is strapped to my thigh and my pistol is tucked into my waistband.
I pull it out, my pointer finger resting on the trigger for the next mother fucker who decides to meet me face to face before entering. The front door swings open and I inwardly scoff, who doesn’t lock the front door? Even my naive little rabbit locks hers, and that’s saying a lot. Does this person not have any respect for their life?
It’s small inside, and I’m immediately struck with the smell of old. That weird smell that kind of tickles your nostrils when you walk into a place that clearly is normally inhabited and just smells musty.
There’s a kitchen straight through the living room, and a hallway off to the left. There are three closed doors, and one open, which, through the mirror, I can already see is the bathroom.
Opening the first door, I see it’s full of just random shit. There’s clearly a multitude of boxes underneath some dusty sheets. Creepy, if you really think about it. Gives major horror house vibes, which I guess is fitting given that I’m currently experiencing my own personal version of one that I never asked for.
The second door opens and it’s a room with a simple bed. There’s a figure laying motionless exceptthe rise and fall of their chest sprawled across the comforter. My finger immediately itches to pull, but I try to chill out so I can make the pain last. Wouldn’t want this fucker getting off easy after everything he’s put us through.
Walking across the room, my steps are quiet until I’m able to peer down at his face.Fucking Alex. I knew it.
