Page 64 of Coming Home to You
Without giving it a second thought, I command Bella to sit at attention next to Sam and she complies, but she’s agitated and whining.
Jason, with the gun still pointing at Sam, takes his free arm and yanks my body against him; this time he pulls us onto a waiting boat at the end of the dock.The sound of a motor running and the vibration of the water is cutting into my ears as I panic, knowing he’s going to get away and he’s taking me with him.
The realization hits and I fall to the floor of the boat, Jason’s hand still gripping my wrist as I sob uncontrollably.I slap at Jason’s legs, but I’m weak and useless.
Crumpled on the floor of the boat with Sam and Bella staring at me, Sam’s gun pointed at Jason, I scream out, “Shoot him, Sam!”
“I can’t, Kelsey,” he says, his voice pained and his eyes crying out.
“I told you the kid wouldn’t do it,” Jason snaps, his voice oozing with arrogance as he kneels down next to me.His eyes and his gun never leaves Sam’s body as the boat begins to pull away from the dock and when I look up, I see another person driving the boat.Confusion and fear take over as I cry out Beck’s name over and over.
“Beck!Where are you?”I sob, each word ragged and strangled.
I swallow hard and fight back the vomit that has made its way into my throat.Sam and Bella moving farther and farther away; my only salvation at this point, fading into the distance.
My body weak, my limbs heavy, I don’t fight when Jason pulls me into his arms and shushes into my hair.
“It’s okay, Rachel,” he whispers, his mouth next to my ear.“We can be together now.”
Rachel?I think, just as a sharp pain pierces my neck and everything around me goes black.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Beck
I decide to head over to my apartment before driving back up to Rockport.I’ve been living in the same couple sets of clothes for weeks now and I need to get a few more things.I have no idea how long I’m going to be in Rockport this time, but I do know I need to start seriously thinking about the future and what I’m going to do next.I can’t consider the ‘not being with Kelsey’ option anymore.It’s just never gonna happen.I’m too far gone and I couldn’t walk away from her if I tried.
I’m throwing a bunch of clothes in a bag when I see the photo album sitting on my bed.Smiling, I pick it up and add it too, knowing Kels will get a laugh out of seeing these pictures again.Hopefully it will also reassure her that I’m totally serious about us, knowing I’ve kept it all this time.
Just as I’m about to take a quick shower, I hear my phone ring out with a text message.I smile when I read it.
Kels: You’d be so proud of me.I’m about to go out to the dock and tie up a loose boat…in a storm.?
Above it is the message she sent earlier, the one in response to my needing to get reacquainted with her pussy.That had said only two words;CAN’T WAIT,and I swear my dick had twitched just reading it.Fuck, I can’t wait to get back to her, and not just to have sex with her.I miss everything about Kels, and the thought of being apart from her drives me crazy.How the fuck I’ve survived the last ten years is beyond me, especially when these last couple of days have been pure torture.
Exhaling loudly, knowing I’m gonna need to talk to Pop about my plan when I get back, I type in a quick response to Kels.
Me: Good job, baby.
I’m proud of her, knowing how much she hates thunderstorms.I wish I could be there to look after her, but as I glance at my watch, I know in about an hour I will be.Traffic is going to be a bitch, but hopefully it’ll be an hour and a half max.
Kelsey’s message comes back to me and it makes me smile.
Kels: Love you
I return the words, letting her know I’m leaving soon, and then throw my phone on the bed and head towards the shower, throwing my clothes into a pile on the floor.Twenty minutes later, as I’m turning the water off, I hear my phone start to go berserk, the simultaneous sounds of text messages and phone calls ringing through the silence of my apartment.
I stalk towards the bed and pick up my phone, answering what looks like the third call from Finn.
“Finn,” I answer, my heart suddenly in my throat.There’s only one reason he’d be trying so hard to reach me.
“Beck, where the fuck are you?”he practically shouts at me.I can hear the edge in his voice, the anger and fear.
“I’m about to leave Boston, should be up in an hour or so, why?What the fuck has happened?”
Finn exhales hard.“He got her, Beck.The fucking asshole got her.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?”I shout down the phone.“I thought you were watching her, Finn?How the fuck has this happened?”I shout, trying to pull on my clothes and boots as I pick up my bag and grab my keys.
