Page 28 of Torn
Chapter Fifteen
Becca
The realization of where I have seen him before starts to set in.
Take a look at this picture. The detective slides a photo in front of me.
"I don't know who that is. I only saw the one guy I already showed you." Tears stream down my face. I just want to get out of here.
I want to rewind the clock and go back to yesterday. When my family was still alive, and I don't have to sit in this room answering all of these questions.
"We understand that we were just hoping that you might have seen him somewhere else before." He sits down across from me. "This is Anthony's father, and we have been trying to convict him for something for years."
“I don’t know him.” My voice is weak and barely audible.
“If you’re going to testify and put Anthony away we are going to need to look into getting you in protective custody. Lorenzo is not the type of man to let something like this go, and you don’t want to be on his bad side.”
“Becca get into the clubhouse." Storm says from in front of me, but my feet are frozen in place.
“Now there’s no need for that Deacon.” Lorenzo looks at Storm with a sick smile.
Why did he just call him that?
“I’m guessing by the look of confusion on your face our mutual friend didn’t tell you about his connection to me?” Storm’s grip on me tightens. Lorenzo takes a step forward. “See Deacon here used to work very closely with me. In fact, he did everything for me, until the night we broke into your house."
A shape pain hits my chest. He has to be lying. I wait for Storm to tell me it isn’t real, that he’s lying. He doesn’t say anything.
“Looks like you two need to talk. See you inside.” Lorenzo walks by us with a small chuckle.
Storm turns to me, and I immediately know it's true.
“How? Why?” I can’t even form full sentences.
"Becca wait you don't understand." He reaches for me, but I pull back from him.
"No, I don't want to understand." I start to walk away, but he grabs my hand. "Don't you ever touch me again. I hate you." Tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them out.
"Angel, please." He reaches for me again, but I pull my knee up and hit him right in the balls.
"Don't you ever call me that again either." I turn toward my car and get in before he can catch up to me. Pulling out I head for the exit. I hear Storm yell for the man to shut the gate, but it's too late.
I can’t believe he was connected to that night. How could he keep that from me? I thought I had found something real and I thought he actually cared.
My phone rings and I see that it's storm, but I just shove it in my pocket. There is nothing that could make me want to talk to him right now. A loud crash sounds as my car slides toward the side of the road. I scream as I look to the side and see another black SUV like the one Lorenzo had been in.
“What the hell?”
The car steers away from me but then cuts back again and slams into my car. This time I can't regain control of the car, and it slides into a ditch on the side of the road. My head slams against the steering wheel and piercing pain radiates through my head. I groan as I try to lift it up, but I barely get an inch off the steering wheel. My eyes start to shut, and no matter how much I fight it I can't keep them open.
Voices sound around me, but I don't recognize any of them.
The next thing I know I’m being picked up and as much as I try I can’t hold on anymore.
